You and I like oil and water We've been trying, trying, trying Ohhhhhhh... to mix it up.
We've dancing on a volcano. And we've been crying, crying, crying Ohhhhhhh... over blackened souls.
this wouldn’t be the first time. It will not be the last time. There is no parasol that could shelter this
I been smiling with anchors on my shoulders But I’ve been dying, dying, dying ohhhhhhh... to let them go
Babe, this wouldn’t be the time. It will not be the last time. There is no parasol that could shelter weather.
Babe, this wouldn’t the first time. It will not be the last time. We tried to believe everything would get better.
We've been lying to each Hey Babe, let's just call it, call it, call it, what it is.
Oil and water (wouldn't be the first time) and water (wouldn't be the first time) Oil and water (wouldn't be the first time) Oil and water (wouldn't the first time)