There is a well for drowning and drinking
so full of poison and love
hidden in a meadow of madness
so few will dare speak of
All the children of the sun are claiming
the way is wrought with blood
but for you and I there isn't anything
we could not overcome
I'll trade a ragged ol' piece of me
for a ragged piece of you
laying down and wasting time
It is a mean season for silver linings
if hope is turning to stone
if all the blood and tears are forgotten
and all our struggles undone
so cast your spell with all the weary wanderers
and grab yourself a mug
here is your well for drowning and drinking
poison yourself with love
I'll trade a ragged ol' piece of me
for a ragged piece of you
laying down and wasting time
there is a river of red
and a river of blue
blood and tears to climb

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