Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Zoë 25, artist - Fish.
Date of issue: 05.09.2007
Song language: English
Zoë 25 |
He struggles to the breakfast table, still hung-over, hardly able |
To come to terms with Monday’s new demands |
To activate the microwave, to reheat Friday’s take away |
The cafetiere to muster up some coffee from the grains |
He lights the next last cigarette and promises himself |
As he retches in the sink, to change his ways |
He dreams inside the sun |
Of Zoë, from London, 25 |
She’s foetal on the foldaway, staring at the laundry in the corner |
That she should have done the night before |
Listening to her flat mate singing Stones' songs in the shower |
She hopes she leaves hot water when the bathroom’s finally free |
Where she cries into the mirror and smudges her mascara |
She’s Zoë, from London, 25 |
When you’re looking for somebody, you might not even see them |
When they’re standing there in front of you, right before your eyes |
If you’re looking for somebody you’re gonna need some help |
You know you’ll never find her when you’re looking for yourself |
He races to the subway station, out of breath and out of options; |
He couldn’t make the phone call to explain himself away |
He’s locked in a reality that’s taking time to sink in |
Because he’s lost inside a daydream his mind is occupied |
He turns his back on everybody, on Zoë from London 25 |
When you’re looking for somebody, you might not even see them |
When they’re standing there in front of you, right before your eyes |
If you’re looking for somebody you’re gonna need some help |
You know you’ll never find her when you’re looking for yourself |
She clutches at the broken heel from tripping down the escalator |
Chasing her white rabbit through the tunnels far below |
Where she moves around invisible, to all concerned anonymous |
A dream girl in a nightmare on a journey to the stars |
She makes her journey to the stars |
At the Micklegate, where you lost your way, and time stood still |
At the Micklegate, with my heart in chains, the dream was killed |
At the Micklegate, where you lost your way, and time stood still |