The Well
by Minimal Compact
From the album: Deadly Weapons
Track 3 of 9 on Deadly Weapons (1984).
Lyrics for The Well
Sitting down by the fire staring out through the flames heart's a slave of desire inside of The Well mother weeps father's crying brothers planning the sale while they try to deny it Josef dreams in The Well sitting down by the fire drawn like moth to a flame heart's a burn of desire inside of The Well beaten slave will be master day and night ring the bells till there's no more but laughter echoing from The Well