The Wombats - Oceans

It's all kicking off again
Words buzz but certainly don’t sink in
The rain hits the tiles on the bathroom floor
Hissing little rattlesnake
All fired up and ultimately afraid
So slam the door

'Cause baby when you talk like that
The pain moves from my chest to my lower back
Are we trying to sell the ocean to the sea?
I thought we could communicate
Perhaps do a few things the old fashioned way
Are we trying to sell the ocean to the sea?

I'm praying for a soft exit
Good neighbours who occasionally baby sit
Then double-cross behind the scenes
Yes, okay, maybe, well probably not
To end up a no, we go through quite a lot
It needs to stop

’Cause baby when you talk like that
The pain moves from my chest to my lower back
Are we trying to sell the ocean to the sea?
I thought we could communicate
Perhaps do a few things the old fashioned way
Are we trying to sell the ocean to the sea?

I punch my head, don't know what you want from me
It's a fucked up world so let's talk about it, please
They wanna make sketch shows about my anxiety dreams
Are we trying to sell the ocean to the sea?