Wishing Well

Another self-penned ditty, me on vocals, guitar, bass. I've redone the drum loops again and slightly remixed as well as adding a heavier guitar part, hoping for Dek to take on the role of Hammond-meister at some point. With thanks to positive feedback from the guys on the SongStuff forum: http://forums.songstuff.com/topic/29356-wishing-well/ Wishing Well (A new space) The cold-eyed girl with golden hair, wonders why she's going nowhere Her hands are tied but her mind's made up, she's got to get out of there The golden boy with his eyes of blue, feels just the same, thought he'd broken through But, now he sees the world anew, a hard and bitter place Indifferent and unabating, the words of scorn anticipating The end of dreams, a shattered rating, still last to leave the stage Stepping up. For fame and glory, their tale they hope to tell The rusty blade is twisted, if it's all the same Might's well kiss on the wishing well The cold-eyed girl with greying hair, wonders why she's still nowhere Her apron's tied but her mind says where, she's got to get out of there The golden boy with a tarnished air really always thought that he didn't care And now he knows it's really not fair, puts on his bitter face Indifferent and agitating, no words left for anticipating The faded dream, so sick of waiting, still hopes to take the stage Stepping up. For fame and glory, their tale they hope to sell But, the blade is twisted, if it's all the same Might's well kiss on the wishing well Might's well kiss on the wishing well Might's well piss in the wishing well