Montreal - The Devlins

My feet are slippin' in the snow

can’t understand what’s on the radio

I’m just trying to count the cost of all these days, spent on my own

I’ll meet you later in a bar Somewhere on St. Laurent Street.

Guess you’re probably gonna be the waitress.

Yeah, you’ll probably think my accent is sooo sweet

And this rain.

This rain is gonna freeze.

Now you’ve got me You’ve got me on my knees

It’s freezing over in Montreal.

Montreal.

Shops are closing

Lights are coming on

I’m still tryin' find my secondhand store

Made an offer, yeah

First refusal

On a jacket she swore to me was pre-war Yeah, which war?

You’ll be beautiful 'til the day you die

With your hair in my hands

Snow fallin' outside

It’s freezing over in Montreal.

Montreal.

I keep slipping on this hill

I can’t move forward

But I can’t stand still

This rain.

This rain is gonna freeze

And you’ve got me You’ve got me on my knees

It’s freezing over in Montreal.

Montreal.

It’s freezing over in Montreal.

Montreal.