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and if I could swim,
I'd swim out to you in the ocean,
swim out to where you were floating,
in the dark,
and if I was blessed,
I'd walk on the water your'e breathin',
to lend you some air for that heavin' sunken chest,
cause they chose you as the model for their empty little dreams,
with your new head and your legs spread like a filthy magazine,
and they hunt you and they gut you and you give in,
and if I was brave,
I'd climb up to you on the mountain,
they led you to drink from their fountain,
spouting lies,
and I'd slay the horrible beast they commissioned,
to steer me away from my mission to your eyes,
and I'd stand there like a soldier with my foot upon his chest,
with my grin spread and my arms out in my bloodstained Sunday's best,
and you'd hold me,
I'd remind you,
who you are, under their shell...
I'd walk through hell for you,
let it burn right through my shoes,
these soles are useless without you,
through hell for you,
let the torturing ensue my soul is useless without you...
and if they send a whirlwind id hug it like a harmless little tree,
or an earthquake,
I'd calm it,
and I'd bring you back to me,
and I'd hold you in my weak arms like a firstborn...
I'd walk through hell for you,
let it burn right through my shoes,
these soles are useless without you,
through hell for you,
let the torturing ensue my soul is useless without you...
Now I'd walk through hell for you.
Whats an adventurer to do but rest these feet at home with you?
and if I could swim,
I'd swim out to you in the ocean,
swim out to where you were floating,
in the dark,
and if I was blessed,
I'd walk on the water your'e breathin',
to lend you some air for that heavin' sunken chest,
cause they chose you as the model for their empty little dreams,
with your new head and your legs spread like a filthy magazine,
and they hunt you and they gut you and you give in,
and if I was brave,
I'd climb up to you on the mountain,
they led you to drink from their fountain,
spouting lies,
and I'd slay the horrible beast they commissioned,
to steer me away from my mission to your eyes,
and I'd stand there like a soldier with my foot upon his chest,
with my grin spread and my arms out in my bloodstained Sunday's best,
and you'd hold me,
I'd remind you,
who you are, under their shell...
I'd walk through hell for you,
let it burn right through my shoes,
these soles are useless without you,
through hell for you,
let the torturing ensue my soul is useless without you...
and if they send a whirlwind id hug it like a harmless little tree,
or an earthquake,
I'd calm it,
and I'd bring you back to me,
and I'd hold you in my weak arms like a firstborn...
I'd walk through hell for you,
let it burn right through my shoes,
these soles are useless without you,
through hell for you,
let the torturing ensue my soul is useless without you...
Now I'd walk through hell for you.
Whats an adventurer to do but rest these feet at home with you?
Lyrics submitted by tjwells, edited by ayla634207, FlyntCoal
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My personal interpretation of the song is that he has experienced love for a girl who has gone to live in a hell-like sort of world. (It seems that she may possibly be a drug user, maybe a model for the centerfold, and have very love self-esteem) He wants to be in her life, and therefore he has to come into that hell in order to make her realize that there's something better out there... That the expectations of the people in her life aren't rational and that she does not have a price tag attached. To make her understand that she is her own person and she can have a great life like anybody should deserve.