Ran into water
Right up to the neck
To keep the head up
Drank it all down, swallowed it back
Don't believe in fighting
Or love made out of free will
There's a higher law up there somewhere
That laughs at every kill
There's no story to tell, my nose still bleeds
Nobody here can give me better help
There's no story to tell
No story to tell, see my nose still bleeds
Nobody here can give me better help
Than you do, my dear
The hairs on my arm are rising
The truth waiting for the kill
The sensation of you being around
Did more than memories ever will
And tired of the longing
So tired of the night
I'm so tired of the listening
To all the well, well-meant advice
No story to tell
Well my nose still bleeds
Nobody here can give me better help
No story to tell
No, there's no story to tell
See my heart still bleeds
Nobody here can give me better help
Than you do, my dear
I'll be the old man in the corner
To help you out of bed
To feed you and to listen to the silence instead
I'll be that wanted glass of water
When you're thirsty once again
The only one still here that really gives a damn
When there's no story to tell
When my nose still bleeds
Nobody here can give me better help
No story to tell
There's no story to tell
And my heart still bleeds
Nobody here can give a bigger damn
Than I do, my dear
No Story To Tell was written by Racoon.
No Story To Tell was produced by Wouter Van Belle.