The Well 가사

Oh lord, save me from myself This bottle's looking mighty fine And her smile and her cigarette Make me wish I was young again She's leaning in and I know That I Can take her home Somehow the thought of you makes me Stop myself And lord, save me from myself Till they want you to And lord, if these are your children Why don't they look like you? And I read somewhere That what you've done in the least of east You have done to me But I'd rather drown my soul Than feed it to the wolves I've seen So I'll stare down the bottom of this glass Till I forget her I'll stare down the bottom of this glass Till she's gone Yeah, I'll stare down the bottom of this glass Till I forget her Yeah, I'll stare down the bottom of this glass Till she's gone Till she's gone Till the well runs dry Till the well runs dry Till the well runs dry