| 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? |