Oysters

An oyster never wonders where their eyes are
They just sit on the bed, not thinking if they were dead
Would there be a place in summer where the skies are
Simply grey all the time and there’s plenty of wine
Rolling down off the hill into what could be mine

Don’t cry come cuddle me, my heart's a well
If love's your enemy, go love yourself

Ask a question to your favourite synthesizer
Ask what's going around and if there’s someone in town
That might have an ear and be a sympathizer
They could read off your palm and relieve all your qualms
And then open their arms to reveal you their heart

Don’t cry come cuddle me, my heart's a well
If love's your enemy, go love yourself