The Well

歌詞

How'd the well make you and take you down? Grab a seed and taste its sound Around the well, make you; you take it down How the well is painted round Now you hold to own into my reel it back to mold it right When you told me only to my wheel inside; you've spun me right Found you all I could; I couldn't care Now you're all tame and brown Feed you all I can; you love the cans I can see pain in there How'd you know you roam my wheel to ride beside my own two tries? Then you sew my arm back when it's wrong to let it grow too far