The gods have all closed down Ghosts now haunt this town The streets have all stood still They pray at the wishing well Nobody tried so nobody failed Dreaming their dreams without setting sail Where shall we go? The night is still young and i know Would you jet marry me in a smugglers cove down by the sea Where the old gypsies sing of fortunes untold and the treasures you'll bring There's so far to go One day you'll find you already know Some day you'll see all your trials Are over the line by the wishing well You whispered a the in a foreign tongue A curse on your bones i'm already done Where will you go when the seas fail? Over the lines to the wishing well The fire still burns you see There's still a part of me That dreams and lives it still I am the wishing well
