I know there's no hope in holding up this weight.   It just won't float.   Man, I tried, but the tide.   It knows no sides.   If that's what's not fair, then what could be wrong with my life?  [If that's what's not fair, then what could be wrong with my life?]    Maybe she needs love   to put the bottle down.  Maybe she needs me   to be around.    The pain in her stare is drawing me shapes   oh, so fair.  The pain in her stare is making me wish I was there   with something to declare.    We'll it's quite possible I won't make it out   alive.  Because I'm quite sure that I could die.  Because what's best is what's left when nothing is left but the sound of   the rain on your head, a woman asleep in your bed.  Dreaming in my bed.     Something's got to happen.   Now