Song | Wishing Well |
Artist | The Airborne Toxic Event |
Album | The Airborne Toxic Event |
[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] |