LETRAOil On WaterBastille

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
And they lie upon her, oh
Someone's daughter

They lie upon her, oh
Oil on water