Wishing Well - Phantom Planet

It cursed us all on our way home

We passed the sights like passing stones

And I will never go back there again

The tourists and the army men

The prostitutes this evening

Will start to sink under my skin

The dust and sand is what they sell

The flashing lights and ringing bells

Our wish is, far as I can tell

Inside this dried up wishing well

He is the shrieks, I am the fear

That yelling man rings in my ears

Out of his mind, he’s my conscience

Hour after hour, pill after pill

He is my bellyache, I’ve taken so much medicine to kill

I know there’s something wrong

'Cause this night just drags on and on

The clock still says it won’t be long

Till all your hard earned money’s gone

The dust and sand is what they sell

The flashing lights and ringing bells

Our wish is, far as I can tell

Inside this dried up wishing well

I will never go back there again

The tourists and the army men

The prostitutes this evening

Will start to sink under my skin

The dust and sand is what they sell

The flashing lights and ringing bells

Our wish is, far as I can tell

Inside this dried up wishing well