Oi (Acoustic) - Live

Oi!

Rising ash, falling snow
She used to lie and adore ya
Winding long tails of woe
She used to lie and adore ya

Nightingale, ashen-pale
Whistling tunes, yeah, the moon still adores ya
Now, now, you're so young and proud
But another name for that will be lonely

Pick the lock, sweep the floor
Leave without a sound
Just allow the empty space to heal

Oi!

Bound in chains with a thousand rains
No wonder the storm still adores ya
Hold me down or hold me now
Screaming, "I still love and adore ya"

Past the door, winter storms
Through the streets of your unending longings
Flow down now to frost the ground
Like cool hallelujahs

On the bridge that connects us high
High above all this torrent
Should you fall down that wall of sound's howling
"I still love and adore ya"

Pick the lock, sweep the floor
Leave without a sound
Just allow the empty space to heal

(Pick the lock) pick the lock, (out of space) sweep the floor
Leave without a sound
Just allow the empty space to heal

Oi!