The Well (Dog Is Dead)

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