The Wishing Well (Acoustic) (feat. Ann Marie Flathers)
A thunderstorm a distant shore, I've witnessed this before. Patience was fleeting If a thousand coins on the ocean floor would bring back love to me. I'll wait forever.
Fill the sea with dreams of a wishing well. Waves bring back my coins to me. Drain the deep that teems with my empty shells. Slaves of sand still call for mе.
I once had love to give. I once had hoped to live. The rarest stones will break my bones and golden salt stops my lungs. The perfect limbs and haunting eyes begs the seas: begin to rise.
Fill the sea with dreams of a wishing well. Waves bring back my coins to me. Drain the deep that teems with my empty shells. Slaves of sand still call for me.