The Well Songtext
von Moonraker

Forks and knives instead of a parachute
All I ever needed was a pair of shoes
To hit the ground with a running start

And a catchphrase at the last second
Or maybe some calligraphy lessons
To disguise this manifesto as art


But today′s fever dreams
Are just tomorrow's black box screams
And I apologize for nothing
That′s what you get for trusting me

And I don't have the time
For that twinkle in your eye
When the well runs dry
You won't hear me say goodbye
When the well runs dry
When that twinkle′s left my eye
Pull up the rope, pull up the basket
But you won′t hear me say goodbye


You won't see it coming
You′ll just hear fucking nothing