O Montreal
while you’re covered in snow
O Montreal
with your brick covered in vine
O Montreal
lets talk less about skin
lets talk less about memories
lets talk less about love
O Montreal
will you ask me how I am?
will you hold out a hand?
will you let me rest at your bosom?
can we walk with new legs
and dance in the muddy return of spring?
O Montreal
do you remember me now?
how you held me up and set me free
how you gave me flesh when I was grey as bone
a drifting dory lost in your great river
O Montreal
lets not talk of memories now
O Montreal
O Montreal
let me see you again