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Wishing Well by The Airborne Toxic Event

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Wishing Well (Song)

performed by The Airborne Toxic Event

 
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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