Wishing Well Chris Rea

There's a dream that has no ending
There's a love that cannot be
There's a ghost without the chains of love
Who will never ever be free
And gather round the rich man
Their own souls to sell
Down in the darkness
Of the wishing well

There's a way to find peace
That nobody cares to own
The sacifice that's needed
May be way to close to home
There's a charter of freedom
Where the last soldier fell
All in the darkness
Of the wishing well

There's a whisper of light
Way above their desires
While they sit in the dark
And dream of bright skies
What they wanted so bad
Don't exist in it's place
The idea of changing
Is too hard to face
Down in the darkness
Of the wishing well