No more water in the well, no more. No more water in the well, no more. You take my love for granted like water, water you spell and you wast. Though love is thicker than water it spells quicker than water and you´ll lookup one of these days, and there´ll be no more water in the well. How long do you think my love can last thruogh sorrow pain and mistrust? Today my love is strong, but keep doing me wrong and tomorrow it may turn to dust