Little Devils

i have been so close to death
and i have run so far from life
hanging on my little thread
and yet to try to shhh the quiet
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’ve forgotten how to feel
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
puddles and oceans and anything
tearing me up from the ground
as it turns out, i’m alive
and as it turns to look at me
this little devil man admirer
who said this was my only destiny
my quiet’s not gentle
my quiet’s not gentle
my quiet’s 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)