One, two three...
And if I could swim, I'd swim out to you in the ocean
Swim out to where you were floating in the dark
And if I was blessed, I'd walk on the water you're breathin'
To lend you some air for that heaving, sunken chest
'Cause they chose you as the model for their empty little dreams
With your new head and your legs spread like a filthy magazine
And they hunt you, and they gut you, and you give in...
And if I was brave, I'd climb up to you on the mountain
They led you to drink from their fountain, spouting lies
And I'd slay the horrible beast they commissioned
To steer me away from my mission to your eyes
And I'd stand there, like a soldier, with my foot upon his chest
With my grin spread, and my arms out, in my bloodstained Sunday's best
And you'd hold me, I'd remind you who you are... under their shell...
I'd walk through hell for you, let it burn right through my shoes
These soles are useless without you
Through hell for you, let the torturing ensue
My soul is useless without you...
And if they send a whirlwind, I'd hug it like a harmless little tree
Or an earthquake, I'd calm it, and I'd bring you back to me
And I'd hold you in my weak arms like a first-born
I'd walk through hell for you, let it burn right through my shoes
These soles are useless without you
Through hell for you, let the torturing ensue
My soul is useless without you... (Through hell for you)
(Through hell for you) Without you, without you...
(Through hell for you) Without you...
(Through hell for you)
Now, I've walked through hell for you
What's an adventurer to do
But rest these feet at home with you?
