Little Devils - Charlotte

i have been so close to death

and i have run so far from life

hanging on my little thread

and yet to try to shhh the quiet

my quiet’s not gentle

in empty wells, oh

i’m going through a slow withdrawal

'cause my pretending had to peel

i let it pull so much from me

that i’ve forgotten how to feel

my quiet’s not gentle

in empty wells, oh

and it’s a long long tunnel

oh it’s a long way down

i’m looking for

puddles and oceans and anything

tearing me up from the ground

as it turns out, i’m alive

and as it turns to look at me

this little devil man admirer

who said this was my only destiny

my quiet’s not gentle

my quiet’s not gentle

my quiet’s not gentle

in empty wells

(i'm looking for puddles and oceans

and anything, looking for puddles and oceans

and anything, looking for puddles and oceans)