you be the anchor lyrics

Tied To My Brain

Dan Smith Mini-Fic

You slumped into the couch and next to your boyfriend. It was two days after the Paris attacks and you were still feeling the anxiety and terror that many were feeling. “What’s up, Daniel?” You said.

He shrugged as he pulled you closer to his side before resuming his attention to the papers before him. “Hmm, the usual, babe.” He softly smiled, comforted by your presence.

You gave a laugh before reaching for one of the papers. “Is this the nameless music you started yesterday?”

“It is, but it now has a name though.”

You nodded carefully before looking at the paper he had in one hand. “’Warmth’ is it? What’s it about?” You got to have a better look at the sheet music, since he usually has the music notes on the piano before writing lyrics.

“It’s about you,” He said it so nonchalantly it almost made you burst out in laughter due to confusion. Almost.

“Me? Again? When did you become such an ugly soft?” You chuckled.

“I’ve always been an ugly soft, shut up.” 

“Whatever, babe.” You shrugged, then began to fiddle with a string from his hoodie. “I really don’t want to go to Kyle’s house party.” You made sure you placed strong emphasis on ‘really’.

“And why is that?” He softly laughed, placing his cheek on top of your head.

“I dunno. I have this strong urge to just stay in, cuddle, pop in a movie, eat some take-out… Y’know? Plus it’s raining, what better way to spend a rainy day than be inside!”

He gave out a soft hum. “Yeah, I understand. I don’t want to work on music or see anyone today.”

You both sat there in silence, letting the rain set the somber tone. It was true, you wanted to stay in and do nothing but be with your boyfriend. “Can you tell me that one story of Woody at the bar in New York?” You wrapped your arms around Dan, so he did the same.

Your question, though, made Dan laugh while doing so. “Um? I suppose… Well, as you know, we were coming back from our show–…”

It was that quick that you felt yourself drift to a heavy sleep.

You were slowly waking up mentally, but you let your eyes be shut for a while. You could hear the piano and Dan’s voice. Working on music.

Properly opening your eyes, you sat up from the laid down position that you were in on the couch. Knowing you went to bug Dan around 4 P.M, you were surprised to see it was close to 11:30 P.M. Well, looks like you wouldn’t be making it to Kyle’s party. 

Groggily getting up, you wandered to the room where all the music equipment was at. The door was wide open, but you just leaned against the doorframe, not wanting to disturb Dan. 

“You were the light that is blinding me
You’re the anchor that I tie to my brain
‘Cause when it feels when I’m lost at sea
You’re the song that I sing again and again
All the time, all the time
I think of you all the time
All the time, all the time
I think of you all the time.”

Those were the last words that you managed to catch before he stopped singing and just played, from you assumed, was the end of the song. You let the last piano notes ring before you cleared your throat. Should you let him know that you heard that? 

“That was a nice ending riff, wish I heard the lyrics. Was that ‘Warmth?’” You faked the comment.

He nodded solemnly. “It’s not ‘Warmth’, no, but you will hear it, one day. Trust me?”

“Trust you.” You cleared your throat once more. “So, uh, how long have you been awake? I guess I slept, like what, seven hours?”

“I didn’t go to sleep.”

“Daniel!” You cried. “It’’s getting late.”

He gave you a shit-eating grin. “I know! I know, but I had to finish this song in one go, I didn’t want to loose inspiration.”

“So is it finished?”


“Then get ready for bed! I’ll go make us some tea.”

“I’ll just hop in the shower then.” He smiled and jumped up. He ran to plant a quick kiss on your lips before rushing to the bedroom.

You rolled you eyes and headed back to the kitchen. You prepared the dishes, the cookies, and set the cool kettle on the stove. However, you couldn’t get rid of that song. You needed to see the full thing.

With this strong curiosity in mind, you headed back to the music and looked through the sheets of music. It was titled ‘The Anchor’. You, then, knew you were going to cry.

The lyrics were about you, no doubt, but what they said made your heart heavy with love. He had such a powerful way with words you were jealous of him. You re-read everything over and over again, hungry to memorize the entire song. You were his muse, his inspiration, the love of his life, his anchor. You were the one holding him down.

You were already crying but it wasn’t until one hit a sheet of the music that you realized that you shouldn’t be here to long. You rushed back to the kitchen to make sure nothing was overheating. You splashed your face with cool water, as well as dabbing a kitchen towel with cold water over your eyes, to make sure that the evidence of crying would be whipped.

You couldn’t stop thinking of the song, though. The fact he thought of you as his anchor was beautiful. Then, an idea came to you.

You studied the piece of art with care in the mirror. The detail, the color, the meaning; all amazing, all worth the pain and money. 

“Just follow the instructions on the packet, same from what I’ve told you, and you should be good to go!”

“Again, thank you!” You gave the person a short, unexpected hug, before rushing outside and hopping into your car. You had ‘The Anchor’ stuck in your head the entire drive home. You just couldn’t wait to see the look on his face.

You made sure you opened and closed the front door with caution, as you didn’t to alarm him. You made your way to the living room and stood in the middle, and you made sure that your back wouldn’t be facing the entrance from the hallway to the living room. “Hey, babe, could you come in the living room? I got something to show you!” You yelled.

“I’m coming!” His voice rang from the music room, you could tell. His footsteps just got closer and closer. “What do you need?” He smiled, inspecting the fact you looked normal.

“Stand in front of me.” You pointed to the spot. “And then close your eyes, no peeking.”

“I swear, if it’s a puppy…” He laughed, making his way to his position and then closed his eyes.

You waved your hand in front of his eyes before turning around in satisfaction. Per instruction, you already had your hair up in a bun. You would have it up for quiet a while.

“Okay, now look.” With your heart racing and blood rushing in your ears, you squeezed your eyes shut.

He was in shock. There you were, with a tattoo of an anchor. A beautiful one at that. It was a nice shade of dark, navy blue, and the ropes stretched up but seemed to disappear within your neck. It was so realistic! “Is that, is that, an anchor?”

Not wanting to face him just yet, you nodded. “The night that we didn’t go to Kyle’s party, I actually heard the song. And when you were in the shower, I looked at it again. I’m sorry, but it was so beautiful. I cried while reading the lyrics over and over and over again. Dan, I’m sorry I looked. I really am.” Your voice broke towards the end as you actually began to well up with tears. “I’m so sorry.”

People got tattoos of his lyrics, of the band name, the symbol, so this shouldn’t be a big deal to him. But it was different. You, his lover, got a tattoo of his work. His stuff! He couldn’t believe he meant that much to you, that you loved him that much. Daniel typically viewed himself unworthy of your love, of your company. 

“Don’t apologize.” Was all he managed to croak out. He was still in a state of shock. 

You buried your head into your hands as you began to actually full on sob. You weren’t crying over the fact you looked at his surprise work, but over the amount of love you had for him.

He stepped up to hug you from behind. It was when he buried his face into the crook of your neck that you felt the tears of his eyes. Oh my god, he was crying too!

You quickly turned around to embrace him in a hug, and he responded by holding on to you tightly. 

The two of you cried there for quiet a while, clearly overwhelmed with love you had for one another. You both let the time pass as you two tried to calm yourselves.

“I had to get this tattoo because you’re tied to my brain, too.” You finally explained yourself slowly. “You’re my anchor.”

Dan separated himself from the hug to get a good look at you. “I love you so fucking much.” He looked right into your eyes when he said that.

“I love you, too.” You smiled.

“I’ll propose to you one day, I swear. You’re the only one I want, from here on out. Trust me?”

“I trust you.”

Bastille have amazing songs, with amazingly creative and impactful lyrics written by Dan Smith. After asking fans here on tumblr, I’ve collated a list of some of our favourite Bastille lyrics from Wild World. Check them out below the cut.

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Caught off guard by your favourite song
Oh I’ll be dancing at a funeral
Dancing at a funeral
Sleeping in the clothes you love
It’s such a shame we had to see them burn
Shame we had to see them burn
- Good Grief

Still living in the currents you create
Still sinking in the pool of your mistakes
Won’t you stop firing up the crazies?
- The Currents

An act of kindness
Is what you showed to me
It caught me by surprise in this town of glass and ice
Kindness, so many people passed me by
But you warmed me to my core,
and you left me wanting more
- An Act Of Kindness

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you are not defined by the innumerable times in which your lips tremble and your hands shake. you are not at your peak when your breath is cold and your stomach is in knots on the bedroom floor.

you are not just words on a paper; text-space-text-space. in the same way, you are not footprints on a shore; ebb and flow cannot conceal your history.

the fury of the storms that you have seen run permanent and wild just beneath your epidermis and flowers can sprout just like scabs can heal.

your soul is not an anchor you sink into people. your soul is the lyrics to your favourite song, it is every time you looked at someone and fell nothing but love. your soul is undemanding and forgiving.

your bones are not wind chimes, they do not rattle in the low breeze and your blood is not water, it is ink and it can stain.

you have the ricochet of planets in your ribcage to overpower the scars on your skin. billions of atoms stick to your core and you are the entropy, holding it all together; your lungs are working to breath in the entire universe.

the words you speak are not a commitment that your body coughs out. your words can spin webs and put children to sleep. you whisper stardust and scream cataclysms.

you are a miracle of impermanence with an erratic heartbeat and there is no star told prediction that can contain your body. your fingers tell ancient tales and your heart, it speaks volumes.

—  eight things i need to tell myself more