Crude Oil

Everyone is fast asleep

All except for you and me

Stuck with your big secret to keep

Now please repeat after me

I should not have to try so hard

I shouldn't have to try so hard

I shouldn't even have to care

I should not even have to care

I'm getting nowhere, you're already there

You're getting nowhere, I'm already there

While it might hurt now, I know it's fair

In a big pile in the old place

Half digested by the stale air, it's your old days

Your golden days

You signed your waiver for background character status

And mourned your saviour, they're not gonna make it

You can thank your God you finally made it

She doesn't like to lose

And I don't like to choose

But it's not gonna be that way forever

Faking the feeling, braving the weather

But I don't see it getting any better

So cease and desist

At least you get to reminisce

Anything else not to think you've struck gold

Well, we've struck oil

At least we've got something to drink

Just look now who's gone all soft

Where did you go when you got lost?

Now why would you keep your door locked?

There's barely room for just us two

Now I wait here to be sentenced

What about my good intentions?

Oh, farewell better days

To put away into your pension

As I forget to mention

As it starts to rain

Now you're climbing up the weather vane

And the light is flowing in your veins

All I can do is

Smile and wave as I say

As I say better days await

So you boarded up the window frame

Waiting for a storm that never came

I still drip from the rain in my hair

Watch out for the planes as you rise up there

Imagine leaving

But give me one more day

Imagine going away

And so the uproar couldn't stop rising

To rouse our dullard ears

By the time his family came, the outlaw was in tears

The silence dawned on all us there at last when he finally spoke

The floor was wet, and I forget what's causing all the smoke

I noticed that the dust cloud was a newborn locust swarm

And knew that we'd all die here within the insect storm

The mist would not stop thickening until it felt like thorns

And you arrived with glowing eyes, at that the skies were torn

Imagine leaving

Now, please give me one more day

I don't want to go away

So much for sailing off to the sky

So much for gold in the bright blue eye

So much for lead in the oily pie

No surprising reason why

I've been a little too sentimental for a little too long

I've been a little too sentimental for a little too long

I think I'm fundamentally getting it wrong

I don't have to live forever, I don't have to sing songs

Fundamentally getting it wrong

I've been a little too sentimental for a little too long

Go

It's too late for me

Too late, never mind

All my trials, Lord

Soon be over

All my trials, Lord

Soon be over