The Airborne Toxic Event Wishing Well Lyrics

Standing on a bus stop

Feeling your head pop

Out in the night

In the kind of night

Where you want to be out

On the street, on the street

Crawling up the walls

Like a cat in heat

And the air is thin

And it blows through your skin

And you feel like something

Is about to begin

But you don’t know what

And you don’t know when

So you tear at your hair

And you scratch at your skin

You wanna run away, run away

Just get on the fucking train and leave today

And it doesn’t matter where you spend the night

You just might end up somewhere in a fight, in a fight

Or caught in your room in a concrete shell

Fighting all alone, with yourself, with yourself

And you just wanna feel like a coin that’s been tossed

In a wishing well, a wishing well

A wishing well, a wishing well

Well you’re tossed in the air

And you fell and you fell

Through the dark blue waters

Where you cast your spell

Like you were just a wish that could turn out well

So you stand on the corner

Where the angels sit

And you think to yourself,

“This is it, this is it

This is all that I have

All I can stand

Is this air in my lungs

And this coin in my hand

That you tossed in the air

And I fell, and I fell

All the way to the bottom

Of the well, of the well.”

Like those soft little secrets

That you tell, that you tell

To yourself when you think

No one’s listening too well

And the walls spin

And you’re paper-thin

From the haze of the smoke

And the mescaline

The sweat of your brow

Under unmade sheets

In your ear with the noise

From the darkened streets

Where you ran far and wide

You screamed, you cried

You thought suicide was an alibi

But you were always a mess

You were always aloof

Yeah, it’s awful, I guess

But it’s the awful truth

It was true from the first

To the last words that she read

And she emerged from the dark

Like a ghost in my head

She said, “I haven’t forgot

Any words that you said

I just stare at the clocks

And I cry in my sleep

And I tear up your letters

And I burn them in heaps

And I gather the ashes

In that hole in the ground

Where we fell”