Oil in the Water (The Notebook Sessions)

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