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 They lie together, oh Oil on water And they lie upon her, oh Someone's daughter It's a catalogue of modern mistakes Her words and legs wrapped around each man Leaving stories like digital crumbs As she turns these nights into literature They lie together, oh Oil on water And they lie upon her, oh Someone's daughter When they leave she sets about writing down Awkward body games all over town Warm affection runs through every word We're screens away but we're laughing with her They lie together, oh Oil on water Oh they lie upon her, oh Someone's daughter They lie upon her, oh Oil on water