Tomb For Anatole

I want, this was
Went off the goal
Waiting by the worst of days
Tie a line around your waist, stay
Tie a line

I buried my sense in the moon
So alone, ‘cause all I could taste
Yeah, yeah
In mine, the tomb for anatole

I was, was, was, was, was alone
Why aren't you letting go?
Let me go, go, go, go