The Well - Ovlov

How’d the well make you and take you down?

Grab a seed and taste its sound

Around the well, make you;

you take it down

How the well is painted round

Now you hold to own into my reel it back to mold it right

When you told me only to my wheel inside;

you’ve spun me right

Found you all I could;

I couldn’t care

Now you’re all tame and brown

Feed you all I can;

you love the cans

I can see pain in there

How’d you know you roam my wheel to ride beside my own two tries?

Then you sew my arm back when it’s wrong to let it grow too far