Down the Well

What will we say when the taps run dry
Like the ashes of our empire
And there's no way left to fill them
Just the shadows of our children

What will we trade when the diamonds we sold
All turn back into mountains
And the earth takes back its fortune
And the sun takes back its morning

How will we dream when our minds are machines
And our souls can't break out the spell
Say we follow them all down the well
Yeah, we follow them all down the well

What will we spend when the papers' all stacked
And they all add up to nothing
Oh, the stashes are all empty
And there's no time for repenting

How will we speak when our voice is so weak
That our words come out as whispers
And our songs come out as silence
And our screams come out as pictures

How will we explain when they ask us again
Why there's nothing at all left to sell
Say we follow them all down the well
We follow them all down the well

And what will we chant at St. Paul's spire
Now we've blown out the candles
The ones that tried to warn us
When they slept beneath the canvas

How will we reply when the smoke in the sky
Blows out all the moonlight
And our hearts are filled with wires
Waters for the fires

What lies will we tell when my son asks me how
We ended up all in this hell
Say we followed them all down the well
We followed them all down the well