Oil on water They lie together, oh Someone's daughter And they lie upon her, oh So her fingers ran away with themselves 'Till everything was documented Our mind it was reaching out To put into words what their bodies had done It's a catalogue of modern

Adam raised a Cain (yeah) Oh oh, oh oh oh oh Oh oh, oh oh oh oh (hey) In the summer that I was baptized My father held me to his side As they put me into the water He said how on that day I cried We were prisoners of love, a love in chains He was