A L'Oree des Bois

We carried up a 24, we brought it to the third floor
It was like lifting a bull
Close the windows looking out over Parc Avenue
'Cause we don't need no soccer fans getting on the record

And the heat in here is something fierce and I swear it's making us see double
We woke up today and I thought I was yesterday
Summer months keep rolling by and we'd like to try to finish it by wintertime
What once was a monster is now a friend of mine

'Cause we want to make this life into a living
Oh my, the Woodman's on the phone and Nic's up on the calendar
Saint-Jean-Baptiste is gonna eat us all alive

À l'orée des bois
Un oiseau qui vole
J'ai trouvé la plume
À l'orée des bois



Credits
Writer(s): Nicolas Basque, Warren Spicer, Matthew Woodley
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