Song | Local Swan |
Artist | The Zolas |
Album | Ancient Mars |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
In Montreal’s tiny pond | |
she and I we smoulder | |
the local swan, my amazon | |
with coathanger shoulders | |
My god, it’s a mirage; she’s booking to go. | |
I’ll swim the St. Laurent cause I lost her and I succumb. | |
When all your nights are starry blurs | |
will you remember me? | |
When all your friends are photographers | |
will you remember me? | |
I refuse | |
to reminisce | |
needle cracks and tape hiss. | |
Blue tattoos of the things I miss | |
are they bruise or cicatrice? | |
oh no, fear the plateau | |
there’s no up or down | |
costars and Hollywood tsars they flood my mind and I drown | |
Walking by your window, I called you for the first time | |
“yeah, the one who spilled my drink on you last night.” | |
and in my underlit apartment, you let me paint you by the flame. | |
I’ve painted you a hundred times and still can’t sign my name. | |
When all your nights are starry blurs | |
will you remember me? | |
When all your friends are photographers | |
will you remember me? | |
the scene is set to see your face | |
on every silver screen. | |
When all you need is a hiding place | |
will you remember me? |
In Montreal' s tiny pond | |
she and I we smoulder | |
the local swan, my amazon | |
with coathanger shoulders | |
My god, it' s a mirage she' s booking to go. | |
I' ll swim the St. Laurent cause I lost her and I succumb. | |
When all your nights are starry blurs | |
will you remember me? | |
When all your friends are photographers | |
will you remember me? | |
I refuse | |
to reminisce | |
needle cracks and tape hiss. | |
Blue tattoos of the things I miss | |
are they bruise or cicatrice? | |
oh no, fear the plateau | |
there' s no up or down | |
costars and Hollywood tsars they flood my mind and I drown | |
Walking by your window, I called you for the first time | |
" yeah, the one who spilled my drink on you last night." | |
and in my underlit apartment, you let me paint you by the flame. | |
I' ve painted you a hundred times and still can' t sign my name. | |
When all your nights are starry blurs | |
will you remember me? | |
When all your friends are photographers | |
will you remember me? | |
the scene is set to see your face | |
on every silver screen. | |
When all you need is a hiding place | |
will you remember me? |
In Montreal' s tiny pond | |
she and I we smoulder | |
the local swan, my amazon | |
with coathanger shoulders | |
My god, it' s a mirage she' s booking to go. | |
I' ll swim the St. Laurent cause I lost her and I succumb. | |
When all your nights are starry blurs | |
will you remember me? | |
When all your friends are photographers | |
will you remember me? | |
I refuse | |
to reminisce | |
needle cracks and tape hiss. | |
Blue tattoos of the things I miss | |
are they bruise or cicatrice? | |
oh no, fear the plateau | |
there' s no up or down | |
costars and Hollywood tsars they flood my mind and I drown | |
Walking by your window, I called you for the first time | |
" yeah, the one who spilled my drink on you last night." | |
and in my underlit apartment, you let me paint you by the flame. | |
I' ve painted you a hundred times and still can' t sign my name. | |
When all your nights are starry blurs | |
will you remember me? | |
When all your friends are photographers | |
will you remember me? | |
the scene is set to see your face | |
on every silver screen. | |
When all you need is a hiding place | |
will you remember me? |