[Verse 1] Geralt cursed the rain for falling, cursed the sun when it came through. Dandelion called him gloomy. Roach appeared to share the view. A dragon kept its head that day. The client kept his gold. Geralt blamed the witcher's code and ate his supper cold. [Chorus] He couldn't feel, the stories said. The stories had their use. They gave him work. They gave him space. They gave him an excuse. [Verse 2] With lilac on the pillow, he could set his weapons down. But Yennefer could ask for love and find him halfway out of town. It wasn't lack of feeling. He could scarcely bear the ache. He let his altered body take the blame for his mistake. [Chorus] He couldn't feel, the stories said. The stories had their use. They gave him work. They gave him space. They gave him an excuse. [Verse 3] At Kaer Morhen, Ciri woke with Cintra burning in her head. He left his sword beside the door and took his place beside the bed. No tracks, no throat, no body for his anger or his skill. The nightmare came again that night. He was sitting with her still. [Bridge] No master wrote the code he quoted. He'd made the rules that let things live. His blood could make him hard to kill. It couldn't tell him what to give. [Final Chorus] He couldn't feel, the stories said. The stories had their use. They gave him work. They gave him space. They gave him an excuse. [Outro] She trusted him enough to sleep. He'd never been so scared.
