The Well

[Verse 1: Garrett Russell]
Mother, tell me a story or sing me a song
It's a sacred sort of disorder how these sisters came along [1]
Of flocks, of fools, and dozens of men
Who fell through their thrones into the abyss of again [2]
The kings of earth, crippled with crowns [3]
And the cursed criminal [4] who turned it upside down

[Chorus: Garrett Russell]
So we shout: "Hold us together, tear me apart"
May our suffering sing the hymns we couldn't hear
"Hold us together even if it tears me apart"
May our blood be spilled for the life of this world [5]

[Post-Chorus: Thomas Freckleton]
"Do you feel whole?" [6]
Will you see my face? [7]

[Bridge: Thomas Freckleton & Garrett Russell]
You are, you are, you are, you are
I'm not, but you are [8]
I'm not, but you are
Dead to conceive life that tells our stories
Dead to conceive life that tells our stories

[Chorus: Garrett Russell]
"Hold us together, tear me apart"
May our suffering sing the hymns we couldn't hear
"Hold us together even if it tears me apart"
May our blood be spilled for the life of this world