The Foreign Lover - Elks

Oh she’s an undeceived poetess, lonesome traveler

A thousand eastern promises become a burst of laughter

Dashed hopes in dark clothes lying on one side

She’s a thunder at the well

The coffee grinder scent when you’re tired

Nice to see her again, got a lot of brand new tunes

though she looks like she knows he’s a secondhand heart singing a secondhand

blues

She’s a naughty ghost, a missing film haunting my camera

The «will you stay for the night?»

She’s the foreign lover, low-lying flower

There’s a story that used to remain untold

'bout a sin that the edge of her lips can’t hold

While the shape of a thrill waits by her to be moulded