| Song | Prince of the Ocean |
| Artist | Anekdoten |
| Album | Time of Day |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Anekdoten, Liljeström | |
| Stood by the gate at the foot of the garden | |
| Am I too late? Are you gone now forever? | |
| So many things I never did tell you | |
| So many things, but still not much getting done | |
| Examining memories, dissecting dreams | |
| Looking for visions and great, long lost schemes | |
| Half-baked ideas were all that I found | |
| No guide to my future, no key to what I've become | |
| I am an island, a ship on a sea | |
| I drift with the winds | |
| Where the currents will lead | |
| I am an island, a star in the night | |
| I scan the horizons for beacons of light | |
| Long are the hours | |
| Still is the sea | |
| When you had gone through the lost and the found | |
| What were the things that stuck in your mind? | |
| When you were tossing and turning in bed | |
| What were the thoughts that went through your head | |
| I know that you're longing for some greater plan | |
| A welcoming harbour, a safe place to land | |
| Abandon the anchor, go set the sail | |
| Lashed to the mast, follow the nail! |
| zuo qu : Anekdoten, Liljestr m | |
| Stood by the gate at the foot of the garden | |
| Am I too late? Are you gone now forever? | |
| So many things I never did tell you | |
| So many things, but still not much getting done | |
| Examining memories, dissecting dreams | |
| Looking for visions and great, long lost schemes | |
| Halfbaked ideas were all that I found | |
| No guide to my future, no key to what I' ve become | |
| I am an island, a ship on a sea | |
| I drift with the winds | |
| Where the currents will lead | |
| I am an island, a star in the night | |
| I scan the horizons for beacons of light | |
| Long are the hours | |
| Still is the sea | |
| When you had gone through the lost and the found | |
| What were the things that stuck in your mind? | |
| When you were tossing and turning in bed | |
| What were the thoughts that went through your head | |
| I know that you' re longing for some greater plan | |
| A welcoming harbour, a safe place to land | |
| Abandon the anchor, go set the sail | |
| Lashed to the mast, follow the nail! |
| zuò qǔ : Anekdoten, Liljestr m | |
| Stood by the gate at the foot of the garden | |
| Am I too late? Are you gone now forever? | |
| So many things I never did tell you | |
| So many things, but still not much getting done | |
| Examining memories, dissecting dreams | |
| Looking for visions and great, long lost schemes | |
| Halfbaked ideas were all that I found | |
| No guide to my future, no key to what I' ve become | |
| I am an island, a ship on a sea | |
| I drift with the winds | |
| Where the currents will lead | |
| I am an island, a star in the night | |
| I scan the horizons for beacons of light | |
| Long are the hours | |
| Still is the sea | |
| When you had gone through the lost and the found | |
| What were the things that stuck in your mind? | |
| When you were tossing and turning in bed | |
| What were the thoughts that went through your head | |
| I know that you' re longing for some greater plan | |
| A welcoming harbour, a safe place to land | |
| Abandon the anchor, go set the sail | |
| Lashed to the mast, follow the nail! |