The dAmarkest sense I get when I'm in the oCpen
When the gAmround beneath my feet starts falling awCay
The cAmold cold press I find when I'm sick and sCoulless
Or the wAmarmth I feel at the end of a damp cigarCetteG
There must be something in the wAmater
That keeps me from dCrowning
Something in the tAmide
That pulls me aCway
AfAmraid to run my mouth incase my words esCcape me
CAmautious when I speak scared of what I might Csay
HAmang me out to dry when the wars are all oCver
CAmover me in red and send me aCway
The mAmisery I carried to keep me some cCompany
Is it lAmost on me when I don't have that much to sCay G
There must be something in the wAmater
That keeps me from dCrowning
Something in the tAmide
That pulls me aCway
Well something in the wAmater
That keeps me from dCrowning
Well something in the tAmide
That pulls me aCway
F Am G C G
OGooooFoh Am SomGethiCng G
There must be something in the wAmater
That kGeeps me from dCrowning
SGomething in the tAmide
That pGulls me aCway
SGomething in the wAmater
That kGeeps me from dCrowning
SGomething in the tAmide
That pGulls me aCway
There must be something in the wAmater