| Song | Wishing Well |
| Artist | The Airborne Toxic Event |
| Album | The Airborne Toxic Event |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:50.940] | Standing on a bus stop |
| [00:51.300] | |
| [00:52.500] | Feeling your head pop |
| [00:54.110] | Out in the night |
| [00:55.330] | On the kind of night |
| [00:56.850] | Where you want to be out |
| [00:58.580] | On the street, on the street |
| [01:00.320] | Crawling up the walls |
| [01:01.430] | Like a cat in heat |
| [01:03.270] | |
| [01:03.500] | And the air is thin |
| [01:05.300] | And it blows through your skin |
| [01:06.330] | And you feel like something |
| [01:08.600] | Is about to begin |
| [01:09.600] | But you don't know what |
| [01:11.10] | And you don't know when |
| [01:12.460] | So you tear at your hair |
| [01:14.60] | And you scratch at your skin |
| [01:15.540] | |
| [01:16.0] | You wanna run away, run away |
| [01:18.810] | Just get on the ****ing train and leave today |
| [01:22.80] | And it doesn't matter where you spend the night |
| [01:24.980] | You just might end up somewhere in a fight, in a fight |
| [01:28.580] | Or caught in your room on a concrete shelf |
| [01:31.600] | Fighting all alone, with yourself, with yourself |
| [01:34.620] | And you just wanna feel like a coin that's been tossed |
| [01:37.880] | In a wishing well, a wishing well |
| [01:40.950] | A wishing well, a wishing well |
| [01:43.900] | Well, you're tossed in the air |
| [01:46.500] | And you fell and you fell |
| [01:47.20] | Through the dark blue waters |
| [01:48.620] | Where you cast your spell |
| [01:50.350] | Like you were just a wish that could turn out well |
| [01:55.510] | |
| [02:17.940] | So you stand on the corner |
| [02:19.500] | Where the angels sit |
| [02:21.120] | And you think to yourself, |
| [02:23.299] | "This is it, this is it, |
| [02:24.260] | This is all that I have |
| [02:26.149] | All I can stand |
| [02:27.399] | Is this air in my lungs |
| [02:28.950] | And this coin in my hand |
| [02:30.540] | That you tossed in the air |
| [02:32.130] | And I fell, and I fell |
| [02:33.640] | All the way to the bottom |
| [02:35.160] | Of the well, of the well |
| [02:36.799] | Like those soft little secrets |
| [02:38.620] | That you tell, that you tell |
| [02:40.179] | To yourself, when you think |
| [02:41.670] | No one's listening to, well" |
| [02:44.220] | |
| [02:44.470] | And the walls spin |
| [02:45.49] | And you're paper-thin |
| [02:46.290] | From the haze of the smoke |
| [02:47.820] | And the mescaline |
| [02:49.540] | The threat of your brow |
| [02:51.29] | Under unmade sheets |
| [02:52.540] | In your ear with the noise |
| [02:54.170] | From the darkest streets |
| [02:55.540] | We ran far and wide |
| [02:57.160] | You screamed, you cried |
| [02:58.640] | You thought suicide was an alibi |
| [03:01.369] | But you were always a mess |
| [03:03.489] | You were always aloof |
| [03:04.850] | Yeah, it's awful, I guess |
| [03:06.540] | But it's the awful truth |
| [03:07.959] | It was truth from the first |
| [03:09.880] | To the last words that she read |
| [03:13.549] | |
| [03:14.369] | And she emerged from the dark |
| [03:16.0] | Like a ghost in my head |
| [03:17.380] | She said, "I haven't forgot |
| [03:19.49] | Any words that you said |
| [03:20.549] | I just stare at the clocks |
| [03:22.209] | And I cry in my sleep |
| [03:23.899] | And I tear up your letters |
| [03:25.510] | And I burn them in heaps |
| [03:27.29] | And I gather the ashes |
| [03:28.870] | In that hole in the ground |
| [03:30.359] | Where we fell |
| [03:44.489] |
| [00:50.940] | Standing on a bus stop |
| [00:51.300] | |
| [00:52.500] | Feeling your head pop |
| [00:54.110] | Out in the night |
| [00:55.330] | On the kind of night |
| [00:56.850] | Where you want to be out |
| [00:58.580] | On the street, on the street |
| [01:00.320] | Crawling up the walls |
| [01:01.430] | Like a cat in heat |
| [01:03.270] | |
| [01:03.500] | And the air is thin |
| [01:05.300] | And it blows through your skin |
| [01:06.330] | And you feel like something |
| [01:08.600] | Is about to begin |
| [01:09.600] | But you don' t know what |
| [01:11.10] | And you don' t know when |
| [01:12.460] | So you tear at your hair |
| [01:14.60] | And you scratch at your skin |
| [01:15.540] | |
| [01:16.0] | You wanna run away, run away |
| [01:18.810] | Just get on the ing train and leave today |
| [01:22.80] | And it doesn' t matter where you spend the night |
| [01:24.980] | You just might end up somewhere in a fight, in a fight |
| [01:28.580] | Or caught in your room on a concrete shelf |
| [01:31.600] | Fighting all alone, with yourself, with yourself |
| [01:34.620] | And you just wanna feel like a coin that' s been tossed |
| [01:37.880] | In a wishing well, a wishing well |
| [01:40.950] | A wishing well, a wishing well |
| [01:43.900] | Well, you' re tossed in the air |
| [01:46.500] | And you fell and you fell |
| [01:47.20] | Through the dark blue waters |
| [01:48.620] | Where you cast your spell |
| [01:50.350] | Like you were just a wish that could turn out well |
| [01:55.510] | |
| [02:17.940] | So you stand on the corner |
| [02:19.500] | Where the angels sit |
| [02:21.120] | And you think to yourself, |
| [02:23.299] | " This is it, this is it, |
| [02:24.260] | This is all that I have |
| [02:26.149] | All I can stand |
| [02:27.399] | Is this air in my lungs |
| [02:28.950] | And this coin in my hand |
| [02:30.540] | That you tossed in the air |
| [02:32.130] | And I fell, and I fell |
| [02:33.640] | All the way to the bottom |
| [02:35.160] | Of the well, of the well |
| [02:36.799] | Like those soft little secrets |
| [02:38.620] | That you tell, that you tell |
| [02:40.179] | To yourself, when you think |
| [02:41.670] | No one' s listening to, well" |
| [02:44.220] | |
| [02:44.470] | And the walls spin |
| [02:45.49] | And you' re paperthin |
| [02:46.290] | From the haze of the smoke |
| [02:47.820] | And the mescaline |
| [02:49.540] | The threat of your brow |
| [02:51.29] | Under unmade sheets |
| [02:52.540] | In your ear with the noise |
| [02:54.170] | From the darkest streets |
| [02:55.540] | We ran far and wide |
| [02:57.160] | You screamed, you cried |
| [02:58.640] | You thought suicide was an alibi |
| [03:01.369] | But you were always a mess |
| [03:03.489] | You were always aloof |
| [03:04.850] | Yeah, it' s awful, I guess |
| [03:06.540] | But it' s the awful truth |
| [03:07.959] | It was truth from the first |
| [03:09.880] | To the last words that she read |
| [03:13.549] | |
| [03:14.369] | And she emerged from the dark |
| [03:16.0] | Like a ghost in my head |
| [03:17.380] | She said, " I haven' t forgot |
| [03:19.49] | Any words that you said |
| [03:20.549] | I just stare at the clocks |
| [03:22.209] | And I cry in my sleep |
| [03:23.899] | And I tear up your letters |
| [03:25.510] | And I burn them in heaps |
| [03:27.29] | And I gather the ashes |
| [03:28.870] | In that hole in the ground |
| [03:30.359] | Where we fell |
| [03:44.489] |
| [00:50.940] | Standing on a bus stop |
| [00:51.300] | |
| [00:52.500] | Feeling your head pop |
| [00:54.110] | Out in the night |
| [00:55.330] | On the kind of night |
| [00:56.850] | Where you want to be out |
| [00:58.580] | On the street, on the street |
| [01:00.320] | Crawling up the walls |
| [01:01.430] | Like a cat in heat |
| [01:03.270] | |
| [01:03.500] | And the air is thin |
| [01:05.300] | And it blows through your skin |
| [01:06.330] | And you feel like something |
| [01:08.600] | Is about to begin |
| [01:09.600] | But you don' t know what |
| [01:11.10] | And you don' t know when |
| [01:12.460] | So you tear at your hair |
| [01:14.60] | And you scratch at your skin |
| [01:15.540] | |
| [01:16.0] | You wanna run away, run away |
| [01:18.810] | Just get on the ing train and leave today |
| [01:22.80] | And it doesn' t matter where you spend the night |
| [01:24.980] | You just might end up somewhere in a fight, in a fight |
| [01:28.580] | Or caught in your room on a concrete shelf |
| [01:31.600] | Fighting all alone, with yourself, with yourself |
| [01:34.620] | And you just wanna feel like a coin that' s been tossed |
| [01:37.880] | In a wishing well, a wishing well |
| [01:40.950] | A wishing well, a wishing well |
| [01:43.900] | Well, you' re tossed in the air |
| [01:46.500] | And you fell and you fell |
| [01:47.20] | Through the dark blue waters |
| [01:48.620] | Where you cast your spell |
| [01:50.350] | Like you were just a wish that could turn out well |
| [01:55.510] | |
| [02:17.940] | So you stand on the corner |
| [02:19.500] | Where the angels sit |
| [02:21.120] | And you think to yourself, |
| [02:23.299] | " This is it, this is it, |
| [02:24.260] | This is all that I have |
| [02:26.149] | All I can stand |
| [02:27.399] | Is this air in my lungs |
| [02:28.950] | And this coin in my hand |
| [02:30.540] | That you tossed in the air |
| [02:32.130] | And I fell, and I fell |
| [02:33.640] | All the way to the bottom |
| [02:35.160] | Of the well, of the well |
| [02:36.799] | Like those soft little secrets |
| [02:38.620] | That you tell, that you tell |
| [02:40.179] | To yourself, when you think |
| [02:41.670] | No one' s listening to, well" |
| [02:44.220] | |
| [02:44.470] | And the walls spin |
| [02:45.49] | And you' re paperthin |
| [02:46.290] | From the haze of the smoke |
| [02:47.820] | And the mescaline |
| [02:49.540] | The threat of your brow |
| [02:51.29] | Under unmade sheets |
| [02:52.540] | In your ear with the noise |
| [02:54.170] | From the darkest streets |
| [02:55.540] | We ran far and wide |
| [02:57.160] | You screamed, you cried |
| [02:58.640] | You thought suicide was an alibi |
| [03:01.369] | But you were always a mess |
| [03:03.489] | You were always aloof |
| [03:04.850] | Yeah, it' s awful, I guess |
| [03:06.540] | But it' s the awful truth |
| [03:07.959] | It was truth from the first |
| [03:09.880] | To the last words that she read |
| [03:13.549] | |
| [03:14.369] | And she emerged from the dark |
| [03:16.0] | Like a ghost in my head |
| [03:17.380] | She said, " I haven' t forgot |
| [03:19.49] | Any words that you said |
| [03:20.549] | I just stare at the clocks |
| [03:22.209] | And I cry in my sleep |
| [03:23.899] | And I tear up your letters |
| [03:25.510] | And I burn them in heaps |
| [03:27.29] | And I gather the ashes |
| [03:28.870] | In that hole in the ground |
| [03:30.359] | Where we fell |
| [03:44.489] |