how'd the well make you? and take you down?
grab a seed and taste its sound
round the well make you; you take it down
how the well's painted roung
now you hold to own into my
reel it back to mold it right
when you told me only to my
wheel inside you've spun me right
found you all i could; i couldn't care
now you're all 'tame' and 'brown'
feed you all i can; you love the cans
i can see pain in there
how'd you know you roam my wheel to
ride beside my own two tries
then you sew my arm back when it's
wrong to let it grow too far
grab a seed and taste its sound
round the well make you; you take it down
how the well's painted roung
now you hold to own into my
reel it back to mold it right
when you told me only to my
wheel inside you've spun me right
found you all i could; i couldn't care
now you're all 'tame' and 'brown'
feed you all i can; you love the cans
i can see pain in there
how'd you know you roam my wheel to
ride beside my own two tries
then you sew my arm back when it's
wrong to let it grow too far