The Zolas
euphrates and tigris
I bet sheâs rail-thin like a heron
over the phone she talks and I just listen in
âweâll never meet until itâs just too late for us
youâre the Euphrates and Iâm the Tigrisâ
Talk talk, the tang of exhaust
the mysteryâs gone again
I threw the light on you
the way that I always can
conquest dredged the loch ness
and the mysteryâs gone again.
She left her Braille open to my fingertips
Her pockets weighed down because theyâre littered with
cigarette lighters from all the boys sheâs ever loved
despite them all she still canât stay warm enough.
Talk talk, the tang of exhaust
the mysteryâs gone again
I threw the light on you,
the way that I always can
Zoom zoom, streetview the moon
and the mysteryâs gone again.