The Well
I'll be tossing pennies to the bottom of the well
Keep on shouting in the silence by the water's swell
Can't comprehend this feeling I've felt so many years
Can't break or bend devotion in the atmosphere
Three birds on a wire and below the tree's on fire
But they don't feel the heat, no
They're too consumed with freedom
And we can talk for hours of personality and flowers
Say it's better off this way, it's not about the everyday
Won't be the last time you come to me
(Come to me)
Won't be the last time you come to me
(Come to me)
Won't be the last time you leave, you leave
(Ooh leave)
Won't be the last time you come to me
Oh, I could stay here in your wake
A thousand years until earth breaks
And it would never change a single thing
Oh, I could make all these mistakes
All over now and still I'd wake
To you this time in time
And I believe
Ahh
Ahh
Ahh
Won't be the last time you come to me
(Come to me)
Won't be the last time you come to me
(Come to me)
Won't be the last time you leave, you leave
(Ooh leave)
Won't be the last time you come to me
(Whoa come to me)
Won't be the last time you come to me
(Oh the last time, oh the last time)
Won't be the last time you come to me
(Whoa come to me)
Won't be the last time you leave, you leave
(Oh the last time, oh the last time)
Won't be the last time you come to me
(Whoa come to me)
Three birds on a wire and below the tree's on fire
But they don't feel the heat, no
They're too consumed with freedom
Keep on shouting in the silence by the water's swell
Can't comprehend this feeling I've felt so many years
Can't break or bend devotion in the atmosphere
Three birds on a wire and below the tree's on fire
But they don't feel the heat, no
They're too consumed with freedom
And we can talk for hours of personality and flowers
Say it's better off this way, it's not about the everyday
Won't be the last time you come to me
(Come to me)
Won't be the last time you come to me
(Come to me)
Won't be the last time you leave, you leave
(Ooh leave)
Won't be the last time you come to me
Oh, I could stay here in your wake
A thousand years until earth breaks
And it would never change a single thing
Oh, I could make all these mistakes
All over now and still I'd wake
To you this time in time
And I believe
Ahh
Ahh
Ahh
Won't be the last time you come to me
(Come to me)
Won't be the last time you come to me
(Come to me)
Won't be the last time you leave, you leave
(Ooh leave)
Won't be the last time you come to me
(Whoa come to me)
Won't be the last time you come to me
(Oh the last time, oh the last time)
Won't be the last time you come to me
(Whoa come to me)
Won't be the last time you leave, you leave
(Oh the last time, oh the last time)
Won't be the last time you come to me
(Whoa come to me)
Three birds on a wire and below the tree's on fire
But they don't feel the heat, no
They're too consumed with freedom
Credits
Writer(s): Brielle Brown
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