Lyrics: William Lindsay Cuming
Music: William Lindsay Cuming
She came in with the autumn air,
Clambered down her spiral stairs,
And disappeared entirely.
But she rose with the nightly moon,
Singing songs in the living room,
A familiar voice beside me as she sang...
I'm in a well
I'm in a well
I'm in a well
I'm in a well
I'm in a well
Been a year of changing tides,
Without his body and his heart beside you
to weather the storm
But you looked up at the Christmas lights
and rose into an awesome flight
No longer tethered to the thought of him
But she sang
I'm in a well
I'm in a well
I'm in a well
I'm in a well
I'm in a well
I'm in a well
I'm in a well
I'm in a well
Yeah it's all in your hands
Yeah it's all at your finger tips my friend
Yeah it's all in your hands
Yeah it's all at your finger tips my friend
Yeah it's all in your hands
Yeah it's all at your finger tips my friend
Yeah it's all in your hands
Yeah it's all at your finger tips my friend
I'm in a well
I'm in a well
I'm in a well
I'm in a well
I'm in a well
I'm in a well
I'm in a well
I'm in a well