The gods have all closed down
Ghosts now haunt this town
The streets have all stood still
They pray at the wishing well
Nobody tried so nobody failed
Dreaming their dreams without setting sail
Where shall we go?
The night is still young and i know
Would you jet marry me in a smugglers cove down by the sea
Where the old gypsies sing of fortunes untold and the treasures you'll bring
There's so far to go
One day you'll find you already know
Some day you'll see all your trials
Are over the line by the wishing well
You whispered a the in a foreign tongue
A curse on your bones i'm already done
Where will you go when the seas fail?
Over the lines to the wishing well
The fire still burns you see
There's still a part of me
That dreams and lives it still
I am the wishing well
