Fly In The Ointment – Second Language

Fly In The Ointment

When I hold the mirror up to your lips
Just to see you're breathing
I can feel a million tiny demons
Sharpening knifes, teething
But I will be there, drowning in disappointment
Now is nowhere and I'm the fly in the ointment

When I place the stethoscope against your chest
Hear your heart beating
I can sense a million psycho-killers
Lurk beneath the sheeting
But I will be there, drowning in disappointment
Now is nowhere and I'm the fly in the ointment

Picture book, fairy tale, pie in the sky
I promise the world, cross my heart hope to die
They'll tear you down to tear you down
To build you right back up
To tear you down, they'll tear you down
To build you right back up
To tear you down, I’ll tear you down
And build you right back up
To tear you down

When I press my skin against your skin
I feel the war wounds healing
I can hear a billion angels scream
In envy of this feeling

But I will be there, drowning in disappointment
Now is nowhere and I'm the fly in the ointment
But I will be there, I will keep the appointment
Doubters beware, 'cause I'm the fly in the ointment

Produced by Jessie Jacobson and Michael James

Brian Bielski: Drums & Percussion
Sam Graf: Lead & Rhythm Guitars
Katriina Huotari: Keyboards
Jessie Jacobson: Lead & Backing Vocals, Rhythm Guitars
Jarrett Lesko: Bass, Backing Vocals