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

Over my dead body I'm gonna go to sleep Something for the rag and bone man Something big is gonna happen Someone's son or someone's daughter This is how I end up sucked in Let this wash all over me We don't really want a monster taking over Tiptoe

(Better save the women and children first) Or could this be love? You know that magic often does And I see lonely ships upon the water Sail away with someone's daughter Yea, yea, one, two, one, two, three, four Out upon the islands on a cool summer night