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