I know there's no hope in holding up this weight
It just won't float, man, I tried but the tide, It knows no sides
If that's what's not fair then what could be wrong with my life?
(If that's what's not fair then what could be wrong with my life?)
Maybe she needs love to put the bottle down
Maybe she needs me to be around
The pain in her stare
Is drawing me shapes, oh, so fair
The pain in her stare is making me wish
I was there with something to declare
Well, it's quite possible I won't make it out alive
Because I'm quite sure that I could die
Because what's best is what's left when nothing is left
But the sound of the rain on your head
A woman asleep in your bed, dreaming in my bed
Something's got to happen now