i went looking for a song for you something soft and patient to reflect its muse i took a walk with all my brightest thoughts but the weather soon turned and they all ran off took to the ocean in a boat this time only an idiot would swim through the shit i write how can i talk of light and warmth ive got a voice like a gutter in a toxic storm all the dark words pouring from my throat sound like an oil slick coating the wings weve grown there goes a love song drifting out to sea i d sing along if i could hear over the oil slick so it came to pass and i came home with four worn out limbs and not one love song how predictable this is all you ve got yet another selfish signpost to my ruin of faults all the dark words pouring from my throat sound like an oil slick coating the wings weve grown there goes a love song drifting out to sea id sing along if i could hear over the dark words pissing from my throat sound like an oil slick coating the wings weve grown there goes a love song drifting out my reach id sing along if i could see past the oil slick the oil slick the oil slick the oil slick there is light but theres a tunnel to crawl through there is love but its misery loves you theres still hope so i think well be fine in these disastrous times disastrous times there is light but theres a tunnel to crawl through there is love but its misery loves you weve still got hope so i think well be fine in these disastrous times disastrous times