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
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