Well and Spring - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Legend has it, if you drink from the well

You will return, but it's hard to tell

She had found herself drinking from it twice

One time at noon, the rest at night

Enter the spring, your soul remains, bubbling and stuck in-between

To interrupt a clotting wound and cut to a fever dream

Part of me wanted to spit so I'd become a part of it

And this time, I wouldn't long, the spring would pine for me instead

When we built a map upon the bed

The ten of cups had nodded to

A door I've since been looking for again

Museum, the bending path, every e-mail, every text

Places to go to catch her breath and relive the evidence

“Close every one, lest you should spend your whole life searching for them”

So, said the angel to the child, who, divided, broke the knife

(Oh, remind me)