| Song | Sometimes Our Dreams Float Like Anchors |
| Artist | William Elliott Whitmore |
| Album | Hymns for the Hopeless |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Whitmore | |
| And the hammer swings high | |
| and comes down hard | |
| Drive another nail into my coffin lid | |
| And as the days go by if I can play my part | |
| Well I'll feel no remorse for what I did | |
| Your mother would cry if she only could | |
| But those days are gone, those days are gone | |
| And she always tried | |
| to see the good in everything that you done | |
| And sometimes our dreams they float like anchors | |
| in hopeless waters oh way down deep | |
| Sometimes it seems that all that matters | |
| most are all the things that you can't keep | |
| Oh, the skin, Oh, the skin | |
| That this old world has placed me in | |
| I can't wait to shed, I can't wait to shed | |
| Lord I'll be free when I'm dead |
| zuo ci : Whitmore | |
| And the hammer swings high | |
| and comes down hard | |
| Drive another nail into my coffin lid | |
| And as the days go by if I can play my part | |
| Well I' ll feel no remorse for what I did | |
| Your mother would cry if she only could | |
| But those days are gone, those days are gone | |
| And she always tried | |
| to see the good in everything that you done | |
| And sometimes our dreams they float like anchors | |
| in hopeless waters oh way down deep | |
| Sometimes it seems that all that matters | |
| most are all the things that you can' t keep | |
| Oh, the skin, Oh, the skin | |
| That this old world has placed me in | |
| I can' t wait to shed, I can' t wait to shed | |
| Lord I' ll be free when I' m dead |
| zuò cí : Whitmore | |
| And the hammer swings high | |
| and comes down hard | |
| Drive another nail into my coffin lid | |
| And as the days go by if I can play my part | |
| Well I' ll feel no remorse for what I did | |
| Your mother would cry if she only could | |
| But those days are gone, those days are gone | |
| And she always tried | |
| to see the good in everything that you done | |
| And sometimes our dreams they float like anchors | |
| in hopeless waters oh way down deep | |
| Sometimes it seems that all that matters | |
| most are all the things that you can' t keep | |
| Oh, the skin, Oh, the skin | |
| That this old world has placed me in | |
| I can' t wait to shed, I can' t wait to shed | |
| Lord I' ll be free when I' m dead |