Oil Show

You came, in need
In longing poses
Perfect rows of teeth
You’ve grown tired of sweets and mint, of me (men of means?)
So lost, with you wrecking the plot
Tearing their flowers to seed

Love it, you’ll see
I come for you, you come for me
Ohh, Darling

Oh, we’re in a whirlwind wov
Now the world is paved in gold
And your Midas tongue
Tells me the night is young

I won’t pretend
That this is the end
Don’t say goodbye

You come, to me
No taciturn eyes
You brandish what lies underneath
Darling!

Know, this might be the way it goes
Please get a hold on to me, in the morn

Oh, we’re in a whirlwind woven
And now the world is paved in gold
And your lightest touch
Tells me the night is young

Oh, we’re in a whirlwind woven
And now the world is paved in gold
And your lightest touch
Tells me the night is young

I won’t pretend
That this is the end
Don’t say goodbye