Anna cannot wade these dirty waters
Anna watches bones wash into shore
Anna cannot trade this for another
Anna feels a cold wind blow
And when the sun came out
There was a black hole inside her
Anna can't escape it
Anna can't escape it
Anna can't escape it
We're chained to the wreckage
Hold on, Hold on
A century in seconds
Hold on, Hold on
Anna, can't you hear that whistle blowing?
There's 21 pistons on the line.
Anna finds a way out of her body for the night.
We tumble in twilight
Hold on, hold on
We swing from the skyline
Hold on, hold on
'Till everything changes
Gold shores, small gods
We drink to the morning
Restarts, War fog
Unchained from the wreckage
Hold on, Hold on.