If you could really see
Then you would ask of me
She knew the well was far too deep for him to wet his lips
But something told her that he spoke of so much more than all of this
If you could really see
Then you would ask of me
When he spoke, she wanted to believe the things he said
But who could this man be that she might never thirst of again
Her heart raced
Could he be the one we've waited for
The one we've waited for