See the window go down
Springing up all this talk
I cannot roll it
As it slides down
Hear the local loony raving
Talking bout his crazy wife
I now understand
This town is really a bell
Go out on the seagull
Flying up my way
She told me that I was free
Swing around like a Jehovah's witness
Begging curses from the mart
I stand here naked
I push this cart
Where the servants conjure
Demons from the wood
The locked door is always hid
They keep it inside
Take an apple from this crooked tree
They'll never get me-your father and mine
The master called me
He said don't listen to them
Their crooked crawlings; and the sentences
You got to leave here
Gotta find your passage back
To the second story
To Bethlehem
And I won't seek you out
Your permanence is not real
You're just drifting from yourself
Like the leaves into the well
Cormac Russell - Leaves In A Well Lyrics
Cormac Russell - Leaves In A Well Lyrics
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See the window go down
Springing up all this talk
I cannot roll it
As it slides down
Hear the local loony raving
Talking bout his crazy wife
I now understand
This town is really a bell
Go out on the seagull
Flying up my way
She told me that I was free
Swing around like a Jehovah's witness
Begging curses from the mart
I stand here naked
I push this cart
Where the servants conjure
Demons from the wood
The locked door is always hid
They keep it inside
Take an apple from this crooked tree
They'll never get me-your father and mine
The master called me
He said don't listen to them
Their crooked crawlings; and the sentences
You got to leave here
Gotta find your passage back
To the second story
To Bethlehem
And I won't seek you out
Your permanence is not real
You're just drifting from yourself
Like the leaves into the well
Springing up all this talk
I cannot roll it
As it slides down
Hear the local loony raving
Talking bout his crazy wife
I now understand
This town is really a bell
Go out on the seagull
Flying up my way
She told me that I was free
Swing around like a Jehovah's witness
Begging curses from the mart
I stand here naked
I push this cart
Where the servants conjure
Demons from the wood
The locked door is always hid
They keep it inside
Take an apple from this crooked tree
They'll never get me-your father and mine
The master called me
He said don't listen to them
Their crooked crawlings; and the sentences
You got to leave here
Gotta find your passage back
To the second story
To Bethlehem
And I won't seek you out
Your permanence is not real
You're just drifting from yourself
Like the leaves into the well
Writer: Cormac Russell
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