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 breathing,
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...

Now I´ve walked through hell for you.
What´s an adventurer to do,
But rest these feet at home with you?