Ran into the water
Right up to my neck
To keep my head up, drank it all down, I swallowed it back
I don’t believe in fighting
Or love made of free will
There’s a higher law up there somewhere, that laughs at every kill

No story to tell, my nose still bleeds
Nobody here can give me better hell, no story to tell
No story to tell. My heart still bleeds
Nobody here can give me better hell, than you do my dear

Hairs on my arm are rising
The truth is waiting for a kill
The sensation of you being around
did more than memories ever will
So tired of the longing. So tired of the nights
So tired of the listening to all the well, well-meant advice

No story to tell, my nose still bleeds
Nobody here can give me better hell, no story to tell
No story to tell, my heart still bleeds
Nobody here can give me better hell, than you do my dear

I’ll be the old man in the corner
To help you out of bed,
To feed you and to listen to the silence instead
I’ll be the wanted glass of water
When you’re thirsty once again
The only one still here that really gives a damn

No story to tell, my nose still bleeds
Nobody here can give me better hell, no story to tell
No story to tell, my soul still bleeds
Nobody here could give a bigger damn, than I do, my dear