There's oil in the water
There's an itch I can't scratch
I can't shake the thorn that caught you
And it always seems to catch
Do you still get my letters, is every syllable a torture?
Do your eyes still get childish when the sun comes out in autumn?
There's oil in the water
There's a breath I can't get back
And my tongue can't take the weight of
Every insult rushing back
Do you still like my records, how I put it on wax?
Or do you hate how my fictions, make whores of my facts?
There's oil in the water
There's oil in the water
There's oil in the water
There's oil in the water
There's oil in the water
There's iron on these lips
Where your kisses used to barter
For time spent 'tween your hips
Have you found some new fingers to fumble at your fastenings?
Are you amused by fresh platitudes of love ever-lasting?
There's oil in the water
There's a ribbon of red
And you should really blame St Christopher
For these ideas in my head
Do you still get my letters, is every syllable a torture?
Do your eyes still get childish when the sun comes out in autumn?
There's oil in the water
There's oil in the water
There's oil in the water
There's oil in the water
Do you still like my records, how I put it on wax?
Or do you hate how my fictions, make whores of my facts?
There's oil in the water
There's oil in the water
There's oil in the water
There's oil in the water