Oil and Water - Lorne

In the dead of night I feel the tide

I see the wreckage in the sea we left behind

All the places that we went have lost their names

All the churches where we stopped are empty frames

We were oil and water lying side by side

We did everything we could trying to collide

In the quiet hour you were hard to read

A predicament with no reprieve

All the places that we went have lost their names

All the churches where we stopped are empty frames

We were oil and water lying side by side

We did everything we could trying to collide