Standing on a bus stop
Feeling your head pop
Out in the night
On the kind of night
Where you want to be out
On the street, on the street
Crawling up the walls
Like a cat in heat

And the air is thin
And it blows through your skin
And you feel like something
Is about to begin
But you don't know what
And you don't know when
So you tear at your hair
And you scratch at your skin

You wanna run away, run away
Just get on the fucking train and leave today
And it doesn't matter where you spend the night
You just might end up somewhere in a fight, in a fight
Or caught in your room on a concrete shelf
Fighting all alone, with yourself, with yourself
And you just wanna feel like a coin that's been tossed
In a wishing well, a wishing well
A wishing well, a wishing well
Well, you're tossed in the air
And you fell and you fell
Through the dark blue waters
Where you cast your spell
Like you were just a wish that could turn out well

So you stand on the corner
Where the angels sit
And you think to yourself,
"This is it, this is it,
This is all that I have
All I can stand
Is this air in my lungs
And this coin in my hand
That you tossed in the air
And I fell, and I fell
All the way to the bottom
Of the well, of the well
Like those soft little secrets
That you tell, that you tell
To yourself, when you think
No one's listening to, well"

And the walls spin
And you're paper-thin
From the haze of the smoke
And the mescaline
The threat of your brow
Under unmade sheets
In your ear with the noise
From the darkest streets
We ran far and wide
You screamed, you cried
You thought suicide was an alibi
But you were always a mess
You were always aloof
Yeah, it's awful, I guess
But it's the awful truth
It was truth from the first
To the last words that she read

And she emerged from the dark
Like a ghost in my head
She said, "I haven't forgot
Any words that you said
I just stare at the clocks
And I cry in my sleep
And I tear up your letters
And I burn them in heaps
And I gather the ashes
In that hole in the ground
Where we fell"


Lyrics submitted by Phx27

"Wishing Well" as written by Mikel Frans Jollett

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC

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    General CommentSince they changed the lyrics I submitted to the album version and won't let me edit them to reflect the lyrics of this version of the song because of some weird licensing thing that doesn't even really make sense (because this Alan Lawlor fellow most definitely did not write this song), I'll just put them in the comments.

    Standing on a bus stop
    Feeling your head pop
    Out in the night
    On the kind of night
    Where you want to be out
    On the street, on the street
    Crawling up the walls
    Like a cat in heat

    And the air is thin
    And it blows through your skin
    And you feel like something
    Is about to begin
    But you don't know what
    And you don't know when
    So you tear at your hair
    And you scratch at your skin

    You wanna run away, run away
    Just get on the fucking train
    And leave today
    And it doesn't matter where
    You spend the night
    You just might end up somewhere
    In a fight, in a fight
    Or caught in your room
    On a concrete shelf
    Fighting all alone
    With yourself, with yourself
    And you just wanna feel
    Like some coin that's been tossed
    In a wishing well, a wishing well

    A wishing well, a wishing well
    Well, you're tossed in the air
    And you fell and you fell
    Through the dark blue waters
    Where you cast your spell
    Like you were someone's wish
    That could turn out well

    So you stand on the corner
    Where the angels sit
    And you think to yourself
    This is it, this is it,
    This is all that I have
    All I can stand
    Is this air in my lungs
    And this coin in my hand
    That you tossed in the air
    And I fell, and I fell
    All the way to the bottom
    Of the well, of the well
    Like those soft little secrets
    That you tell, that you tell
    To yourself, when you think
    No one's listening to, well

    And the walls spin
    And you're paper-thin
    From the haze of the smoke
    And the mescaline
    The threat of your brow
    Under unmade sheets
    In your ear with the noise
    From the darkest streets
    Well, you ran far and wide
    You screamed, you cried
    You thought suicide was just an alibi
    But you were always a mess
    You were always aloof
    Yeah it's awful, I guess
    But it's the awful truth
    It was truth from the first
    To the last words she ever read

    She emerged from the dark
    Just like this ghost in my head
    She said, I never forgot
    One single word that you said
    I just stare at these clocks
    And I cry in my sleep
    And I tear up your letters
    And I burn them in heaps
    And I gather the ashes
    In that hole in the ground
    Where we fell
    Phx27on October 05, 2014   Link

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