"The Wishing Well" lyrics

Can't feel the heat, the heat of the fire
Or my wilting desire
Can't focus on the birds when I only see the wire

Can't see the stars, but they're there I can tell
On the clouds I do dwell
Put it on my demon-slaying apparel

Drowning in the wishing well
Drowning in the wishing well
Drowning in the wishing well
The Well

I'm so tired of doing all the stuff that I do
I'm terrified of disappointing you
Fighting for a life that I fell into
Mmm

But if I am the diving bell
Give you a story to tell
To the children but it hurts like hell

I'm drowning in the wishing well
Drowning in the wishing well

Drowning in the wishing well
Drowning in the wishing well