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