Montreal

Montreal road side flare third floor walkup in your underwear

Framed just like a painting hung the sadness grew and it dulled the love

Cigaretted and coffee kissed you'd gone down for less than this

Whole town weighed half a tonne, so tired of talking yourself on

All the friends flew back

All to pay respects

Christmas time montreal

All friends flew back

Hands and lips, teeth and tongues, split on the tip and smoke on the lungs

Letters thinned, callbacks too, didn’t make any sense to make due

And the papers they will read December 1993

Old guitar case singalongs, you and me

And late night cbc jazz music dance slowly

Car lights paint the walls white and erase you and me

All the friends flew back to pay respects

Christmas time montreal

All friends flew back