There's a storm in my gla** of water
Should have had it reinforced
The winds blow from all quarters
Stirs up every water poured
I'm afraid the gla** will shatter
And the pieces will cut me like knives
Still I believe that this matters
I drink water for day life
If I empty this gla**, I surrender
But the water flows more and more
The persistently pouring bartender
Tells me I'm uncalled for
With both my hands I protect
This tempestuous fragility
But my gla** is already wrecked
It's the storm's sweeping victory
So much ado about nothing I know
So much ado about nothing
But I can't skip it I cannot let go
Cause this nothing is tied to my heartstring
This is all just a petty affair
You might call it a standing joke
But the storm in my gla** could appear
To have fell the greatest oak
What is vital or of no moment
Is only for me to decide
So here I am mending the fragments
Of a trifle once dignified
So much ado about nothing I know
So much ado about nothing
But I can't skip it I cannot let go
Cause this nothing is tied to my heartstring
To my heartstring
To my heartstring
To my heartstring
So much ado about nothing I know
So much ado about nothing
But I can't skip it I cannot let go
Cause this nothing is tied to my heartstring
There's a storm in my gla** of water
There's a storm in my gla** of water (There is a storm)
There's a storm in my gla** of water (There is a storm)
There's a storm in my gla** of water (There is a storm)
There is a storm...