Euphrates and Tigris - The Zolas

I bet she’s rail-thin like a heron

Over the phone she talks and I just listen in

«we'll never meet until it’s just too late for us

You’re the Euphrates and I’m the Tigris»

Talk talk, the tang of exhaust

The mystery’s gone again

I threw the light on you

The way that I always can

Conquest dredged the loch ness

And the mystery’s gone again

She left her Braille open to my fingertips

Her pockets weighed down because they’re littered with

Cigarette lighters from all the boys she’s ever loved

Despite them all she still can’t stay warm enough

Talk talk, the tang of exhaust

The mystery’s gone again

I threw the light on you

The way that I always can

Zoom zoom, streetview the moon

And the mystery’s gone again