The Well by Asha Wells

Well, well, falling in the Well
Calling to the Well
I'm falling into myself

Yeh, I'm falling in to my mother's wedding dress
Yeh I'm falling in to the hands my father holds
Outstretched to me, I love him so,
Falling, I am, constantly
Falling, watching
No, I know, I know, I know
He'll catch me
Even when I don't want to be, caught

Green leaves, smile and breathe
I feel free, While walking amazed
There's an angel, on my shoulder
She's sending me mixed messages
And she tells me such strange things
She tells me such strange things

Well, well, falling in the Well
Calling to the Well
I'm falling into myself

Yeh, I'm falling in to my mother's wedding dress
Yeh I'm falling in to the hands my father holds
Outstretched to me, I love him so,
Falling, I am, constantly
Falling, watching
No, I know, I know, I know
He'll catch me
Even when I don't want to be, caught

There's an angel, on my shoulder
She's sending me mixed messages
And she tells me such strange things
She tells me such strange things

Well, well, falling in the Well
Calling to the Well

• Alternative
• alt-indie
• alternative folk
• eclectic
• folk arc
• singer-songwriter
• Oakland