The Well Paroles

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
2x Believe me please, believe me now, I'm coming forth
But the fist of a murderer leaves nothing to chance
2x

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