The Wishing Well Lyrics

A carefree stint on a clear coast it was a rampage but I lost direction the satellites are outdated new road signs name places that have always been there I always talk calamity beneath the shiny waves an undertow waits on me put this insomniac to sleep a stone's throw dipped toe a breeze to make you blush no emergencies no bulletins to leach on us in the absence of distraction there's no charm in ravaging the splendour to persuade this thief to stop is like asking an insomniac to sleep the water drowns me out I am a distant murmur don't wear yourself out don't run yourself down still stealing silver from the wishing well

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