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 Afraid to run my mouth incase 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 Well something in the water That keeps me from drowning Well something in the tide That pulls me away Ooooooh    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 There must be something in the water