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