John Coffey The Well Lyrics

Our hands try to draw what is nothing but divine
But our stroke is a part of the Venetian line
What was taken for style could well be a mistake
Or nothing but a flaw of the guilty hand

I'm nothing but a dead man now
Just a body laying at the bottom of a well
Was inside in such a way
The universe now feels like being indoors

Our hands try to draw what is nothing but divine
But our stroke is a part of the Venetian line
What was taken for style could well be a mistake
Or nothing but a flaw of the guilty hand

I'm nothing but a dead man now
Just a body laying at the bottom of a well

Believe me please, believe me now, I'm coming forth But the fist of a murderer leaves nothing to chance

I was inside in such a way
The universe now feels like being indoors

But the fist of my murderer leaves me nothing to chance

I'm nothing but a dead man now
Just a body laying at the bottom of a well

Believe me please, believe me now, I'm coming forth
But the fist of a murderer leaves nothing to chance

Our hands try to draw what is nothing but divine
But our stroke is a part of the Venetian line
What was taken for style could well be a mistake
Or nothing but a flaw of the guilty hand

Who wrote The Well lyrics?

The Well is written by Carsten Brunsveld, Christoffel van Teijlingen, Alfred van Luttikhuizen, Richard van Luttikhuizen, David Achter De Molen.

When was The Well released?

The Well is first released on September 14, 2012 as part of John Coffey's album "Bright Companions" which includes 11 tracks in total. This song is the 10th track on this album.

Which genre is The Well?

The Well falls under the genre Alternative.

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