The Oil Slick (Live at Barrowlands)

I went looking for a song for you

Something soft and patient to reflect its muse

I took a walk will all my brightest thoughts

But the weather soon turned and they all ran off

Took to the ocean, in a boat this time

Only an idiot would swim through the shit I write

How can I talk of light and warmth?

I’ve got a voice like a gutter in a toxic storm

All the dark words pouring from my throat

Sound like an oil slick coating the wings we’ve grown

There goes a love song drifting out to sea

I'd sing along if I could here over the oil slick

So it came to pass and I came home

With four worn out limbs and not one love song

How predictable this is all you've got

Yet another selfish signpost to my ruin of faults

All the dark words pouring from my throat

Sound like an oil slick coating the wings we’ve grown

There goes a love song drifting out to sea

I’d sing along if I could hear

Over the dark words pissing from my throat

Sounds like an oil slick coating the wings we’ve grown

There goes a love song drifting out my reach

I’d sing along if I could see past the oil slick

The oil slick

The oil slick

The oil slick

There is light but there’s a tunnel to crawl through

There is love but its misery loves you

There’s still hope so I think we’ll be fine

In these disastrous times, disastrous times

There is light but there’s a tunnel to crawl through

There is love but misery loves you

We’ve still got hope so I think we’ll be fine

In these disastrous times, disastrous times