Looking at the World from the Bottom of a Well

That Cuban girl that brought me low
 She had skin so fine and red lips rose-like now
 Smile was wide and sweet as well
 And now relentless hours of dreaming up her smell
 I feel as if I'm looking at the world from the bottom of a well
 I feel as if I'm looking at the world from the bottom of a well
 Lonely and the only way to beat it is to bat it down
 The only way to beat it, the only way to beat it
 Lonely and the only way to beat it is to bat it down
 The only way to beat it is to bat it down, the only way to beat it
 Oh, all the days that I have run
 I sought to lose that cloud that's blacking out the sun
 My train will come, someone day soon
 And when it comes I'll ride it, bound from night to noon
 I feel as if I'm looking at the world from the bottom of a well
 I feel as if I'm looking at the world from the bottom of a well
 Aimless days
 Uncool ways of decathecting
 Painless phase
 Blacked out thoughts you'll be rejecting
 Lonely and the only way to beat it is to bat it down
 The only way to beat it, the only way to beat it
 Lonely and the only way to beat it is to bat it down
 The only way to beat it is to bat it down, the only way to beat it
 I feel as if I'm looking at the world from the bottom of a well
 I feel as if I'm looking at the world from the bottom of a well
 Lonely and the only way to beat it is to bat it down
 The only way to beat it
 The only way to beat it is to bat it down
 The only way to beat it
 The only way to beat it is to bat it down
 The only way to beat it