Oct 11, 2005 20:29
And if I could swim,
I'd swim out to you in the ocean.
I'd swim out to where you were floating,
In the dark.
And if I was blessed,
I'd walk on the water you're breathing.
To lend you some air for that heavhing,
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 commisioned.
To stear me away from my mission,
To your eyes.
And I stand there, like a soldier,
With my foot upon his chest.
With my grims spread, and my arms out,
And my bloodstained Sunday's best.
And you hold me, I'd remind you,
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'd send a whirwind,
I'd hug, 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.
Now I've walked through hell for you,
What's an adventurer to do,
But rest these feet at home with you?
I Love Say Anything.