The Well

There is a well far from the shore

Where we once saw it all

And we're all two feet taller now

And I still hear you talking

From over the wall

The scenes from our childhood

The same corridors

Born in a crash

Burning to hell

But memory plays tricks on us

For what's not to tell

We can't be forlorn

For it's not goodbye

And just the changing of color now

'Till I get it right

I will hold onto those moments we had

And I will hold onto those we moments we had

We're six feet below

The view from our town

They're burying our promises

And finding new ground

And there is a well far from the shore

And I'd give it all to feel like I never left

And I will hold onto those moments we had

I will hold onto those moments we had

And I will hold onto those moments we had

And I will hold onto those moments