Proxies - I f I Had A Penny To My Name

I f I Had A Penny To My Name

There's something about farewell 
That has me crawling back inside myself 
There's only sand inside this shell 
And I'm bankrupt from the wishing well 

I don't have anything for you 
Cos I won't be dragged to Hell down your wishing well 
If I had anything to lose 
I would pour all I have left down your wishing well 

There's something about farewell 
That has me counting all my white bloodcells 
And now the daggers are raising Hell 
You're only safe if you've got sex to sell, to sell 

I don't have anything for you 
Cos I won't be dragged to Hell down your wishing well 
If I had anything to lose 
I would pour all I have left down your wishing well 

I would do anything for you 
But I won't be dragged to Hell down your wishing well 
Wishing well 

I don't have anything for you 
Cos I won't be dragged to Hell down your wishing well 
If I had anything to lose 
I would pour all I have left down your wishing well