Boy Rex Gold In A Wishing Well
The sun's been coming down
For a while now and the sky is cracked
And though the warmth is gone
I stretch my hands to get it back
But fear has made me small
And even on the tips of my toes
I'm not tall enough to reach above
The pale blue fence in the backyard
Where I'm a child again peering through
The posts at the clouds beyond the steeple
The sounds of birds singing songs like
They don't know we're all doomed to die
I guess I've been gifted with the curse of better vision
I'm blind in both my eyes but I can see what I've been missing
While the sun's been coming down
I've been throwing gold in a wishing well
Wishing well
I guess I've been gifted with the curse of better vision
I'm blind in both my eyes but I can see what I've been missing
While the sun's been coming down
I've been throwing gold in a wishing well
Wishing well
Wishing I was tall again
Instead I should've warned the birds the music ends
That the curtain falls on everyone
And hindsight shows us everything
Let's sing it now