From The Drifter To The Drake Songtext
von Roddy Woomble

And when I wake up and it′s not that cold
In the morning and I'm not that old.
And if you told me true temperance doesn′t pay
So I wake up in? Bay


Let the anchor mark the spot where I lay
Yeah the anchor marks the spot where we lay
If you take it from the drifter to the lake
Into a landscape that doesn't say anything

And I lay at the battles where stories are told
So each day I wake up and I'm not that old
Back to the cold, cold world where I lay
When I wake up it′ll come and pay

Let the anchor mark the spot where I lay
Yeah the anchor marks the spot where we lay
If you take it from the drifter to the lake
Into a landscape that doesn′t need to say anything