Paroles: Cocteau Twins. Oil of Angels.

First
He's inched her latch down, anxious
Her hand begs my distraction, distraction

I will learn, to focus on you
Oh, you 'cause you won't
Recognize it, stabilize it

Things take, take me
To exception look for respect, respect
Down, down, down there
You're not a nice track footfall, round

Will we still hold rain?
Things we couldn't do, strive
For me to leave

Rights of her, Rights
Treasure her, treasure
Her freshness

First
He's inched her latch down, anxious
Her hand begs, my distraction, distraction

I will learn, to focus on you
Oh, you 'cause you won't
Recognize it, stabilize it

He even finds a way
Supreme, man improves
Like what might see
Her life for everyone

Will it still hold rain?
Things we couldn't do, strive
For me to give

Rights of her, rights
Treasure her, treasure
Her freshness
I will learn to focus on you