Local Swan - The Zolas

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?