Chris Rea - Wishing Well - Текст песни

There's a dream that has no ending 
There's a love that cannot be 
There's a ghost without the chains of love 
Who will never ever be free 
And gather round the rich man 
Their own souls to sell 
Down in the darkness 
Of the wishing well 

There's a way to find peace 
That nobody cares to own 
The sacifice that's needed 
May be way to close to home 
There's a charter of freedom 
Where the last soldier fell 
All in the darkness 
Of the wishing well 

There's a whisper of light 
Way above their desires 
While they sit in the dark 
And dream of bright skies 
What they wanted so bad 
Don't exist in it's place 
The idea of changing 
Is too hard to face 
Down in the darkness 
Of the wishing well 

So they sit at the bottom 
And they gaze with sad eyes 
That grow larger than envy 
Til htey split at the sides 
And they sleep in the mess 
Of the last soul that fell 
Down in the darkness 
Oh, down in the darkness 
Of the wishing well