The Well from Lanterns by Moonraker

Forks and knives instead of a parachute.
All I ever needed was a pair of shoes
to hit the ground with a running start

and a catchphrase at the last second,
or maybe some calligraphy lessons
to disguise this manifesto as art.

But today's fever dreams
are just tomorrow's black box screams
and I apologize for nothing,
that's what you get for trusting me…

And I don't have time
for that twinkle in your eye.
When the well runs dry
you won't hear me say goodbye.
When the well runs dry,
when that twinkle's left my eye
pull up the rope, pull up the basket,
but you won't hear me say goodbye.

You won't see it coming,
you'll just hear... fucking nothing.

• Punk
• hardcore
• pop punk
• punk rock
• Seattle