Oceans - The Wombats

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

Cos 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 neighbours who occasionally baby sit

Then double-cross behind the scenes

Yes, okay, maybe, we’re probably not

To end up, a no we go through quite a lot

It needs to stop

Cos 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?