I have been so close to death
And I have run so far from life
Hanging on by a little thread
And yelled to try and shush the quiet
And my quiet's not gentle
In empty wells, oh

I'm going through a slow withdrawal
'Cause my pretending had to peel
I let it pull so much from me
That I had forgotten how to feel
And my quiet's not gentle
In empty wells, oh

And it's a long, long tunnel
Oh it's a long way down
I'm looking for (I'm looking)
Puddles and oceans and anything
Tearing me up from the ground

And as it turns out I'm alive
And as it turns to look at me
This little devil man of mire
Who said this was my only destiny

My quiet's not gentle (not gentle)
My quiet's not gentle (not gentle)
My quiet's not gentle (not gentle)
In empty wells

I'm looking for puddles and oceans and anything
Looking for puddles and oceans and anything
Looking for puddles and oceans