Oil Show

You came

In need

In longing, posed

As perfect rows of teeth

You've grown tired of sweets

And men of means so lost

With you wrecking the plot

Tearing their flowers to seed

(The game, you'll see)

Come with me

I come for you

You come for me

Ooh ooh

Darling

Oh we're in a whirlwind woven

And now the world is paved engolden

Your Midas tongue

Tells me the night is young

I won't pretend

That this is the end

(Or say goodbye)

[Verse 2]

You come to me

No taciturn eyes

You'll brandish what lies underneath

Darling

No

This might be the way it goes

Oooh

Breathe

And hold on to

Me

In the morn

Ooh ooh ooh ooh

Oh we're in a whirlwind woven

And now the world is paved engolden

Your Midas tongue

Tells me the night is young

I won't pretend that this is the end