The Well Of Loneliness - McCarthy

You sit still inside a well where you wish all will be well

You’re silently dreaming what no tongue can ever tell

This is the well of loneliness, oh, this is the well of loneliness

And oh, of broken promises, where you have decided nothing changes

I once thought fame and romance could drag me out of hell

But they have only chained me here, in a lifelike prison cell

They are many, we are few

There’s not much that we can do

In a well of no hoping, there’s no point in hoping

In a well of no hoping, there’s no hope, there’s no point in hoping

This is the well of loneliness, oh, this is the well of loneliness

And oh, of broken promises, where you have decided nothing changes

They promised me paradise if I fell under their spell

Glazed-eyed passive citizens suit them very well

This is the well of loneliness, oh, this is the well of loneliness

And oh, of broken promises, where you have decided nothing changes.

Could these sleepers ever wake, or have we come too late?

They have done such a good job on them down there in the well.

They are many, we are few (I see no way up, I see no way out).

There’s not much that we can do (I see no way up, I see no way out).

In a well of no hoping, there’s no point in hoping.

In a well of no hoping, there’s no hope, there’s no point in hoping

In a well of no hoping, there’s no hope, there’s no point in hoping

Is there hope?