The Woman by the Well
Lately I find that you know me
Better than I know myself,
Like a woman who's lost herself
By the water's edge,
Her reflection was taken by the tide,
I just want you around,
I want you around,
Seconds and hours pass slowly
I move them all by myself,
I can feel that I'm aging,
My hair is turning black,
There's a rhythm behind it
That you can't know,
Still, I want you around,
'Cause I'm more lost than found,
Shine a light on my misery,
Wake the child from her sleep,
Wipe the eyes of the dewy morning,
The waters so deep.
Writer/s: Robert F. Cranny / Sarah Blasko
