Has the well run dry?
Cannot open my eyes
Every little thing I wish I could say without you
I write the same old song
Every little thing I wish could say about you
But my mind is so withdrawn
Every little push to see what I will amount to
I right the same old wrongs
And I cannot lie, cannot lie
Anyone can see I'll take it for granted
I cannot lie, cannot lie
Every little book I left unwritten
I cannot lie, cannot lie
Anyone who's seen it left me twitchin
I cannot lie, cannot lie still
Still
Still
Still
Still
Still
Still
Still
Still
If the well has run dry then why am I talking?
The more that I seek the less that I solve it.
Often I'm seeing often I'm hiding.
Making a change is something I'm trying out.
If the well has run dry then why am I talking?
The more that I seek the less that I solve it.
Often I'm seeing often I'm hiding.
Making a change is something I'm trying.