Sometimes I feel like Montreal is a boat I ride in.
I watch passing ships sailing underneath the floating moonlight
Old waves lap at the deck,
A bird cries out, betrayed.
There are no elephants here,
No elephants at all.
A calm breeze sweeps across the water
Fading,
fading,
like the gentle night.
I watch passing ships sailing underneath the floating moonlight
Old waves lap at the deck,
A bird cries out, betrayed.
There are no elephants here,
No elephants at all.
A calm breeze sweeps across the water
Fading,
fading,
like the gentle night.