Из альбома: The Devil Lives in My Throat
Stayed for a while in the hollow sound
The only water came up from the ground
Hey, the wishing well, sing it soft and low
My head was mangled and my words were torn
Covered in blood like a newly born
Hey, the wishing well, sing it soft and low
I saw you there, I couldn’t refuse
Had just enough in my pocket to lose
Hey, the wishing well looking cold tonight
Nothing down there can feel the pain
Nothing down there can forgive the crime
Sing it soft. Sing it low
Sing it to your self
Sing it all night
Bent a lot of time in the garbage can
Fighting over food with the garbage man
Hey, the wishing well sing it soft and low
None of them scraps ever fed my soul
None of that smell ever left my nose
Hey, the wishing well looking cold tonight
Nothing down there can feel the pain
Nothing down there can forgive the crime
Sing it soft. Sing it low
Sing it to your self
Sing it all night
We passed a jug with hands like lead
Cast about as much shadow as the dead
Hey, the wishing well, sing it soft and low
I laid down there with a tone-deaf leech
Came up swinging at a figure of speech
Hey, the wishing well looking mighty cold tonight
Nothing down there can feel the pain
Nothing down there can forgive the crime
Sing it soft. Sing it low
Sing it to your self
Sing it all night