Oscar's Grind - Severed Heads

Harry’s eyes--waterfall--

Smoulder burn with pain (something kinda nice)

Harry’s love--his heart--

Patters down like rain (something kinda warm)

If you had a stethoscope

You could hear her name (something kinda close)

C In the dark of the evening

In the dark of the evening

Oscar’s grind and wounds that never heal

Harry’s hands--his strength--

Tumbles in the sheets (something kinda warm)

Harry’s arse--his life--

Crumbles in the sun (something kinda soft)

If you were an astronaut

You could touch her toes (something kinda fine)--C