The Oil Slick (Live at Barrowlands)

Well, I went looking for a song for you
Something soft and patient to reflect its news
I took a walk with 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 eel 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 hear over the oil slick

So it came to pass that I came home
With four worn-out limbs and not one love song
How predictable, this is all you got?
Yet another selfish signpost, my rhythm 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
Sound 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 hear over the oil slick

The oil slick
The oil slick
The oil slick

There is life, but there's a tunnel to crawl through
There is love, but it's misery about you
There's still hope, so I think we'll be fine
In these disastrous times, disastrous times
There is life, but there's a tunnel to crawl through
There is love, but it's misery about you
There's still hope, so I think we'll be fine
In these disastrous times, disastrous times
Thank you!