Oceans

It's all kicking off again Words buzz but certainly don't sink in The rain hits the tiles on the bathroom floor Hissing little rattlesnake All fired up and ultimately afraid So slam the door 'Cause baby when you talk like that The pain moves from my chest to my lower back Are we trying to sell the ocean to the sea? I thought we could communicate Perhaps do a few things the old fashioned way Are we trying to sell the ocean to the sea? I'm praying for a soft exit Good neighbors who occasionally baby sit Then double-cross behind the scenes Yes, okay, maybe, we're probably not To end up, but know we go through quite a lot It needs to stop 'Cause baby when you talk like that The pain moves from my chest to my lower back Are we trying to sell the ocean to the sea? I thought we could communicate Perhaps do a few things the old fashioned way Are we trying to sell the ocean to the sea? I punch my head, don't know what you want from me It's a fucked up world so let's talk about it, please They wanna make sketch shows about my anxiety dreams Are we trying to sell the ocean to the sea? --- Oceans - The Wombats