| Water’s flowing through my veins | 
| Nothing ever stays the same | 
| Water’s flowing down my side | 
| Turn the water into wine | 
| Where’s the courage I once had? | 
| Where’s the strength I once possessed | 
| To stand up tall and face the music | 
| Laughing in the face of Death | 
| Here’s a boy whose hands are bleeding | 
| Though he’s never had a scratch | 
| Glory come and glory be | 
| Water’s flowing now at last | 
| Like a bad dream I once had where | 
| Everyone but me knew something | 
| Walking blind through burning fields | 
| The dead brigade is on my heels | 
| They follow me—they follow me | 
| Water’s flowing through my veins | 
| Nothing ever stays the same | 
| Flows outside for all to see | 
| Water flows through you and me | 
| Like a bad dream I once had where | 
| Everyone but me knew something | 
| Walking blind through burning fields | 
| The dead brigade is on my heels | 
| They follow me—they follow me | 
| Water’s flowing through me | 
| Cut me open; | 
| let me bleed | 
| Silence is golden | 
| (But) shout it out, now—shout it out—shout | 
| Water’s flowing through my veins | 
| Nothing ever stays the same | 
| Through eyes that once were blind | 
| With passion | 
| Everything looks soft and gray | 
| Without color or rough edges | 
| Without fire to burn the skin | 
| Without pride and without reason | 
| Water turn to wine again | 
| Water’s flowing through my veins | 
| Tell me now it’s all the same | 
| Tell me that it doesn’t matter | 
| Tell me everything’s all right | 
| Like a bad dream I once had where | 
| Everyone but me knew something | 
| Walking blind through burning fields | 
| The dead brigade is on my heels | 
| They follow me—they follow me | 
| Water’s flowing through my veins | 
| Nothing ever stays the same | 
| Glory come and glory be | 
| Glory come to you and me | 
| Water’s flowing through my veins… |