| 歌曲 | The Oil Slick |
| 歌手 | Frightened Rabbit |
| 专辑 | Pedestrian Verse |
| I went looking for a song for you | |
| Something soft and patient to reflect its muse | |
| I took a walk will 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? | |
| I’ve 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 we’ve grown | |
| There goes a love song drifting out to sea | |
| I'd sing along if I could here 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 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 we’ve grown | |
| There goes a love song drifting out to sea | |
| I’d sing along if I could hear | |
| Over the dark words pissing from my throat | |
| Sounds like an oil slick coating the wings we’ve grown | |
| There goes a love song drifting out my reach | |
| I’d sing along if I could see past the oil slick | |
| The oil slock | |
| The oil slock | |
| The oil slock | |
| There is light but there’s a tunnel to crawl through | |
| There is love but its misery loves you | |
| There’s still hope so I think we’ll be fine | |
| In these disastrous times | |
| Disastrous times | |
| There is light but there’s a tunnel to crawl through | |
| There is love but misery loves you | |
| We’ve still got hope so I think we’ll be fine | |
| In these disastrous times | |
| Disastrous times |
| I went looking for a song for you | |
| Something soft and patient to reflect its muse | |
| I took a walk will 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? | |
| I' ve 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 we' ve grown | |
| There goes a love song drifting out to sea | |
| I' d sing along if I could here 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 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 we' ve grown | |
| There goes a love song drifting out to sea | |
| I' d sing along if I could hear | |
| Over the dark words pissing from my throat | |
| Sounds like an oil slick coating the wings we' ve grown | |
| There goes a love song drifting out my reach | |
| I' d sing along if I could see past the oil slick | |
| The oil slock | |
| The oil slock | |
| The oil slock | |
| There is light but there' s a tunnel to crawl through | |
| There is love but its misery loves you | |
| There' s still hope so I think we' ll be fine | |
| In these disastrous times | |
| Disastrous times | |
| There is light but there' s a tunnel to crawl through | |
| There is love but misery loves you | |
| We' ve still got hope so I think we' ll be fine | |
| In these disastrous times | |
| Disastrous times |