Из альбома: Tree Bursts in Snow
Oh Oscar
I thought I wanted you but
Now I’m here in the crux
In the dark and the dust
In the cold and the damp
'Neath the old fashioned lamp
And I am soberly lured
By the day I’ve endured
As I trace my steps back to the start
Oh Oscar
Your veneer’s golden mirth
My career’s natural birth
And it’s ultimate fall
I found a couple flints to make a spark
And set a fire in their hearts
Oh Oscar
Like the tree bursts in snow
All I wanted was to know
If there’s anyone like me A single person who can see
In this whole god damned country