Pollyanna - Anchored lyrics

From the Album: Didn't Feel A Thing The handset of the phone still has your breath The last thing that was sworn before she left Kept a small apartment just in case Full of large regrets and stomach aches Move along 'cos you've been there Move along with your grin bare Sounding vague and low beneath the din Of a hundred f*cked up voices from within Counting down to one from thirteen days Your comfort factor's gone arid left a haze My anchor is set your senses are thrown