I wanna be part of your photograph:
the sepia of your past.
I’ll color it in when I’m home.
You’re a smiling picture in a picture frame.
All the boys know your name
and the tune I hum when I’m thinking of you.
It goes, “Oh, I love her so, I want her to know without me blundering it.
That which is true to my heart, when my heart’s in my throat and the words won’t come out.”
All that to say,
Eva, Eva, Eva, I’m never gonna leave ya alone,
though I am not home.
Eva, Eva, Eva, my negative will feed ya its own
picture of the world I know, the world I know is so…
I could occupy a week or so
telling you and everyone we know
just why I intend to marry you.
You may not have been impressed by me.
You’re young, you’re beautiful, free.
I hope someday to hear you sing,
“Oh, I love him so. I want him to know without me blundering it.
That which is true to my heart, when my heart’s in my throat and the words won’t come out.”
All that to say,
Eva, Eva, Eva, I’m never gonna leave ya alone,
though I am not home.
Eva, Eva, Eva, my negative will feed ya its own
picture of the world I know, the world I know is so beautiful and it’s terrible.
You are beautiful. You are beautiful.
In songs that swing from giant and anthemic to distortion-caked and widescreen, Lightning Cult conjure galaxies of sound. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 18, 2022