So her fingers ran away with themselves

'Till everything was documented

Our mind it was reaching out

To put into words what their bodies had done

They lie together, oh

Oil on water

And they lie upon her, oh

Someone's daughter

It's a catalogue of modern mistakes

Her words and legs wrapped around each man

Leaving stories like digital crumbs

As she turns these nights into literature

They lie together, oh

Oil on water

And they lie upon her, oh

Someone's daughter

When they leave she sets about writing down

Awkward body games all over town

Warm affection runs through every word

We're screens away but we're laughing with her

They lie together, oh

Oil on water

And they lie upon her, oh

Someone's daughter

They lie upon her, oh

Oil on water