There is no way that you can love her like I do Oh no, there is no way– I see through you 'Cause when I hold her in the night All that is wrong will become right And I know that she feels it, too 'Cause no-one loves her like I do But still I'm crying Feels like bleeding From two self-inflicted wounds Feels like dying Feels like dying... But I'll live! But I'll live! There is now way that you could touch her like I do Oh no, she thinks of me when she's with you She wants it gently like a child But play her right and she goes wild But you could never ask her why No, then she will close up and deny But still I'm bleeding This old road salt From my self-inflicted eyes Slowly scarring and corroding To thaw this young heart of ice And I'm kneeling Yes, I'm kneeling... But I'll live! But I'll live! But I'll live! But I'll live! I can see how you would need her to spice up your grind I can see why she moves you– knocks out of orbit and mind And I can see how you need her to save you from yourself Unmeshing you from your grid, to dust you off on your shelf But I can't see why she needs you No, I can't see that at all You'd have something that I don't? Would that be possible? Would that be possible? Would that be possible? Would that be possible? Would that be possible?