The Well Of Loneliness

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?