the bottom of the well
I never liked the colour green
And red has always given me the saddest dreams
My shoes are filling up with stones
My teeth fell out, can you put them back in for me?
In recent days i've felt alone
And in my sleep my body doesn't feel like home
My heels are dragging on the floor
Tie your lace around my waist cos my jeans don't fit anymore
My body and my mind are weak
I try to run but there's no ground under my feet
I'm stuck inside a church again
I want to listen but i just don't understand
I feel the train tracks start to shake
My hands are tied so i'll wait for my bones to break
The last thing that i see is you
You walk away, i scream your name
Until my lungs turn black and blue,
Blue
I'm here at the bottom of the well
If you wanna save me i won't tell
I've spent so much time waiting on you
I've grown, now the sky is crying too
I could the forest where you used to pray
I could be the sunday that's always so grey
I could be the killer that won't set you free
I could be the me that you want me to be
Oh
I never liked the colour green
And red has always given me the saddest dreams
The bottom of the well is cold
And it feels like it needs you to become a home
And red has always given me the saddest dreams
My shoes are filling up with stones
My teeth fell out, can you put them back in for me?
In recent days i've felt alone
And in my sleep my body doesn't feel like home
My heels are dragging on the floor
Tie your lace around my waist cos my jeans don't fit anymore
My body and my mind are weak
I try to run but there's no ground under my feet
I'm stuck inside a church again
I want to listen but i just don't understand
I feel the train tracks start to shake
My hands are tied so i'll wait for my bones to break
The last thing that i see is you
You walk away, i scream your name
Until my lungs turn black and blue,
Blue
I'm here at the bottom of the well
If you wanna save me i won't tell
I've spent so much time waiting on you
I've grown, now the sky is crying too
I could the forest where you used to pray
I could be the sunday that's always so grey
I could be the killer that won't set you free
I could be the me that you want me to be
Oh
I never liked the colour green
And red has always given me the saddest dreams
The bottom of the well is cold
And it feels like it needs you to become a home
Credits
Writer(s): Amy Michelle, Amy Michelle Carroll
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