The Well | Demo idea

The Well Like a cut thin but devine A sharpened look from an eye Yellow and sorrow grown I for one lay my needs to rest For I hold your hand and thumb your restless thoughts To a way all opened up, I wish tonight That it's you I might discover and roam And what if that is all I find? I think it betters death and his gracious smiles But what if that's not what meets the night? What if the river man brought all he can? Blow and I fade away Like the skies, grey and mean I do feel, unsure About you And what if that is all I find? I think it betters death and his gracious smiles But what if that's not what meets the night? What if the river man brought all he can?