It's an anchor The painting is the host That lets me feel my deepest It could be the sea And there's the hand where I walk It could be your arm Stretched around me, saying I could be loved in all my finery And my faults let me savour you I could be loved in all my finery And my faults let me savour you Detach me Let me find you along the walls Fingertips placed on the rocks Heart healing, hiding Heart healing, hiding Dear life, it could be the wind Forest talking beside stone walls And I hear the grass I could be loved in all my finery And my faults, I'm going to savour you I could be loved in all my finery And my faults let me savour you Feet towards the sky where I like to seat bones Firmly sat, sky thinking Feet towards the sky where I like to seat bones Firmly sat, sky thinking Feet towards the sky where I like to seat bones Firmly sat, sky thinking Feet towards the sky where I like to seat bones Firmly sat, sky thinking Feet towards the sky where I like to seat bones Firmly sat, sky thinking Feet towards the sky where I like to seat bones Firmly sat, sky thinking