Oi

Oi!
 Rising ash, falling snow, she used to lie and adore ye
 Winding long tails of woe, she used to lie and adore ye
 Nightingale, ashen-pale, whistling tunes, yeah, the moon still adores ye
 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 ye
 Hold me down or hold me now, screaming, "I still love and adore ye!"
 Past the door, winter storms through the streets of your unending longings
 Flow down now to frost the ground
 Like cool Hallelujahs
 On the that connects us; high, high above all this torrent
 Should you fall down, that wall of sound's howling,
 "I still love and adore ye!"
 Pick the lock, sweep the floor, leave without a sound
 Just allow the empty space to heal
 Oi!