Old Cairo Gin

[Intro: instrumental] [INFLECTION: 5/10] [FX: Lyric Analyzed] [Verse 1: breathy, smoky] [INFLECTION: 5/10] [FX: Lyric Analyzed] In a smoky club down in Old Cairo, I wait for a shadow to fall. He is chasing a dream in a dusty tomb, while I am just leaning against the wall. The ceiling fan turns like a slow, heavy heartbeat, and the gin has a bitter, dry sting. He is digging for kings in the valley of sand, while I am just trying to sing. [Chorus 1: melodic, longing] [INFLECTION: 5/10] [FX: Lyric Analyzed] Oh, Indy, my darling, the world is your prize, but you have got that restless look in your eyes. You trade my poor heart for a golden idol, and leave me alone with a sigh that is tidal. You follow the maps where the wild rivers run, but you are leaving your girl in the setting sun. [Verse 2: narrative, cynical] [INFLECTION: 5/10] [FX: Lyric Analyzed] He wears a felt fedora like a crown of old, a leather jacket stained with secrets untold. The crack of his whip is the beat of my pulse, though he says he will stay, it is usually false. He is searching for relics and pieces of bone, while I am just sitting here all on my own. [Verse 3: resigned, weary] [INFLECTION: 5/10] [FX: Lyric Analyzed] So pour me another and dim down the light, he is hunting for glory in the middle of the night. My archaeologist lover is a ghost in the rain, leaving nothing behind but a soft, sweet pain. Just a fossil of love in a beautiful frame, and the echo of calling his name. [Verse 4: hollow, atmospheric] [INFLECTION: 5/10] [FX: Lyric Analyzed] The wind is a ghost at the door of The Raven, and the air is too thin for a sigh. I am nursing a whiskey, a cold, bitter haven, watching the clouds pass us by. At thirty thousand feet, the heart beats slow, and the frost on my glass is the only warmth I know. This peak of the world is just a hollow pit, and I am the only one left to stay in it. [Bridge 1: dramatic, expansive] [INFLECTION: 5/10] [FX: Lyric Analyzed] From the jungles of Peru to the desert so wide, there is nowhere on earth where a treasure can hide. But there is no compass to lead a man home, once he has tasted the dust and the Rome. He is married to danger, he is pledged to the past, and a torch singer's love is not likely to last. [Verse 5: sharp, biting] [INFLECTION: 5/10] [FX: Lyric Analyzed] That leather lash has a tongue that speaks sharper than mine, he gives it a crack and he leaves me behind. With a smirk and a joke as he adjusts that dusty brim, I am just a footnote on a map to him. The snap of the hide is the sound of my heart, every time he decides we must drift apart. [Bridge 2: climax, powerful] [INFLECTION: 5/10] [FX: Lyric Analyzed] I am dreaming of a cottage with a white picket fence, but he is trading my love for the Department of Defense. He is chasing down shadows and fighting Germans in the mud, while I am an ancient city drowning in the flood. He saves the world from a terrible fate, but he always arrives for my heart far too late. [Chorus 2: full, operatic jazz] [INFLECTION: 5/10] [FX: Lyric Analyzed] He comes back from the ruins with a priceless relic to hide, but I am just the temple door he leaves open wide. He polishes the gold and he buries the light, while I am just the secret he keeps out of sight. Why go digging in the dirt for a soul that is long since dead, when you could find a treasure right here in my bed? [Outro: fading, ghostly] [INFLECTION: 5/10] [FX: Lyric Analyzed] I am a ruin in the jungle, a temple lost in the snow, overgrown by the neglect of the places you go. You are so busy digging for the dust of the past, that you are burying a future that was meant to last. Just a ghost in the mountains, just a relic in the rain. He is gone again... and I am just the pain..