Oil Burner - Bleak House

This doesn't have to end, But it should. We used to help each other out, Now it doesn't feel good. So go back to your room And hide with your cellophane. All twisted up in two Like Caliban you've seen it all Without language to use. The phonecalls stopped, The letters, too. Maybe we passed on the street, Pretended we never knew. It might be worth the effort But we don't have the time Or the will to intrude. Sooner or later you have to choose Between one set of lies and another. It's nothing new. But like it or not, There's part of me in you. I don't know if I'll ever see you again And there's one thing I'll never understand. It's like the words that we said Rolled over to play dead And we kissed them goodbye And never questioned why.

Scanning at the blue bended headlands White flurry scudded, a dark silhouette flashes by, in the wet It is glistening flesh In the deep marine, in the deep marine There is room for make believe out in the ocean There is room for make believe out on the land In the wet, in the dream, if its flashing then seen In the deep marine, in the deep marine Looking to the white framed headland Green pockets dropping, a bright cockatoo Circles up in the breeze, in the realm you can't reach In the deep marine, in the deep marine There is room for make believe out in the ocean There is room for make believe out on the land In the west, crashes by, its a green silhouette In the deep marine, in the deep marine No one can make her, no one can break her down Underwater, over land No one can make her, no one can break her Underwater, over land No one can make her, no one can break her She is what she is and no one can bring her down, bring her down Looking to the white framed headland Green pockets dropping a bright cockatoo Circles up in the breeze, in the realm you can't reach In the deep marine, in the deep marine There is room for make believe out in the ocean There is room for make believe out on the land In the wet, flashes by, its a green silhouette In the deep marine, in the deep marine No one can make her, no one can break her Underwater, overland No one can break her, no one can fake her She it what she is and no one can bring her down, bring her down Underwater, overland No one can squeeze her, no one can freeze her now No one can make her, no one can break her down No one can seize her, no one can freeze her She is what she is and you've got to see it

Convictions to the back burner Convictions to the back burner Remembering what's really important Isn't so important after all Gather all your possessions And smile because you've got it all Gather all your possessions And smile because you've got it all Smile because you've got it all Smile because you've got it all Still that empty feeling won't go away (go away) Still that empty feeling won't go away (go away) Your puzzle's missing one very essential piece And I know you'll keep looking in all the wrong places until it's too late Until it's too late Slip on the ice again When did you become so cold? Living for the here and now Never made so much sense Slip on the ice again When did you become so cold? You think you've got all the time in the world But this could all be ending now How far down will you go before it's too late? Slipping on the ice again You've become so cold Lucky for you rock bottom is in sight Lucky for you rock bottom is in sight Your wake up call is set for now And the trail you have followed has come all the way to the end I just hope you survive, survive the crash