He may not be the one she wants, but he`s the one she needs
The one who loves the flavor of the very brain he feeds
The sole reminder of a time when words outnumbered deeds
He`s never one for having fun when he`s got blood to bleed
And it`s all a lie
There`s no wonder why
So he sings the pain
That he can`t contain
Until the well runs dry
He may not be the one she takes, but he`s the one who gives
She`s never known a single soul more generous than his
The gift of time preserved in rhyme, that`s all his passion is
When will she see that plurally is how he wants to live?
And it`s all a lie
There`s no knot to tie
So he steals away
And ties it anyway
Until the well runs dry
He may not be the one she likes, but he`s the one she loves
His memory tugs tenderly at her from up above
And in the end he knows he`ll win, but what`s he winner of?
Her sweet caress means so much less than all her gentle shoves
And it`s all a lie
That I can`t deny
So I sing the pain
That I can`t contain
Until the well runs dry
Until the well runs dry