Вечерний Джаз, Jazz Noir Project, Smooth Jazz, Jazz Lounge Приют сломанных судеб (Haven for Broken Fates)

You thought the water was crystal clear
You drank it down without a single fear
You built your empire on a bed of sand
Now it's crumbling right inside your hand
There is poison in the well
And you put it there yourself
You can't buy your way out of this
With the money on your shelf
It’s creeping through your veins
It’s ringing the final bell
Oh, honey, there is poison in the well
You crossed the mob, you crossed your wife
You played a dangerous game with your very life
Now the walls are closing in, black and tall
And there is absolutely nobody left to call
There is poison in the well
And you put it there yourself
You can't buy your way out of this
With the money on your shelf
It’s creeping through your veins
It’s ringing the final bell
Oh, honey, there is poison in the well
Look in the mirror, see the ghost
You hurt the ones who loved you most
The antidote is nowhere to be found
You’re sinking slowly to the ground
Drink up, baby.