The darkest sense I get when I´m in the open
When the ground beneath my feet starts falling away
The cold cold press I find when I´m sick and soulless

Or the warmth I feel at the end of a damp cigarette

There must be something in the water
That keeps me from drowning
Something in the tide
That pulls me away
Something in the water
That keeps me from drowning
Something in the tide
That pulls me away

Afraid to run my mouth in case my words escape me
Cautious when I speak scared of what I might say
Hang me out to dry when the wars are all over
Cover me in red and send me away
The misery I carried to keep me some company
Is it lost on me when I don´t have that much to say

There must be something in the water
That keeps me from drowning
Something in the tide
That pulls me away
Something in the water
That keeps me from drowning
Something in the tide
That pulls me away

Oh, something

There must be something in the water
That keeps me from drowning
Something in the tide
That pulls me away
Something in the water
That keeps me from drowning

Something in the tide
That pulls me away