You've been whipped by the wind
Torn up and ripped by the wind
You're black, you're blue
You're spent, you're through
You've been gripped in the ground
Parched and dry lipped in the ground
You're limp, you're lame
You're starved, you're drained
The watering can of love, the watering can of love
Will bring you back, Will bring you back
The watering can of love, the watering can of love
Will bring you back, Will bring you back
You've been cursing yourself,
Beating down and hurting yourself
It has to end
Before it ends – you
Start to live with yourself
It's hard forgiving yourself
But then you see
You're all you need to be
The watering can of love, the watering can of love
Will bring you back, Will bring you back
The watering can of love, the watering can of love
Will bring you back, Will bring you back