Sergio and Zahara cover "Your Exlover Is Dead" with two voices trading verses about a rain-soaked encounter neither quite remembers. One sings of forgetting a name in a taxi; the other describes a scar and the distance between them, resigned to loss.
God, that was strange to see you again, introduced by a friend of a friend. Smile and say, "Yes, I think we've met before." In that instant, you started to walk, got to a taxi despite all the rain. We drove In silence I cross Mount Shumplin, and all of the time you thought I was sad, I was trying to remember your name.
The scar is a flag on my porcelain skin. Tried to reach it, but you couldn't get in. Now you're inside me, you see all the beauty. Prepare and all you will see. It's nothing but time and a face that you lose. I chose to feel it and you couldn't choose. I write you a ball score. I'm not sorry I met you. I'm not sorry it's over. I'm not sorry there's nothing to say. I'm not sorry there's nothing to say.
