Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wishing Well, artist - The Airborne Toxic Event.
Date of issue: 31.12.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Wishing Well |
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 |