Fall well the garder of the eye See how we lifted up the night Fall well the water of my eye See how we light into the Northern Lights I am called Daughter I am not there To look at God You, too, came here They cut of my head Look back and yell Are you still somewhere inside that well Oh Brother Oh hell yes Oh come now, Father We could not care less And if you fail to sleep Turn to the Southern Eye And if you fail to see Us in the Northern Lights I am called Daughter I am not there To look at God He, too, came here They cut of my head Look back and yell Are you still somewhere inside that well Shouldn't you be left out there to lie I look straight at the Southern Eye Should you be left out there to lie I am called Daughter I am not there To look at God He, too, came here They cut of my head Look back and yell Are you still somewhere inside that well