| Don’t think that there’s a medicine |
| For what is going round |
| Fight it with your vitamins |
| I’ve heard it knocks you out |
| And it goes round and round and round and round |
| Until it’s yours |
| When the hurt is a hundred miles long |
| And your shadow weighs a ton |
| And your river has run dry |
| And you think you’d rather die |
| When the water pulls you under |
| I’ll wrap my arms around you |
| I’ll hold you while you cry |
| And in the dark I’ll be your eyes |
| Don’t think that there’s a sedative |
| Strong enough to stop |
| The waves that come crashing down |
| On each and and all of us |
| And it goes round and round and round and round |
| Until it’s yours |
| It goes round and round and round and round |
| Until it’s yours |
| When the hurt is a hundred miles long |
| And your shadow weighs a ton |
| And your river has run dry |
| And you think you’d rather die |
| When the water pulls you under |
| I’ll wrap my arms around you |
| I’ll hold you while you cry |
| And in the dark I’ll be your eyes |
| Treading water, fading out |
| No way to drown the silence out |
| Twisting, turning, breaking out |
| Going round and round and round |
| Treading water, fading out |
| No way to drown the silence out |
| Twisting, turning, breaking out |
| Going round and round and round |
| When the hurt is a hundred miles long |
| And your shadow weighs a ton |
| And your river has run dry |
| And you think you’d rather die |
| When the water pulls you under |
| I’ll wrap my arms around you |
| I’ll hold you while you cry |
| And in the dark I’ll be your eyes |
| I’ll be your eyes |