Downtown Montreal
Is this just a one time thing or did you feel something too
I swear this doesn't happen much, can the same be said for you
I turned my charm on maximum, were you pretending too
I'd hop a train across the plains to spend my night with you
And I would wait my entire day to see the records on your wall
Where we could try to hide our lives from your roommate down the hall
I always keep my volume up so I never miss your call
And I will sing my songs for you in Downtown Montreal
Introduce me to your cat, your qualms, your rock collection, your atom bombs
Teach me about Hemingway, about room decor and your feng shui
Tell me why the poets died so young and cry for Oscar Wilde
While we wait in line for that banjo guy with our cups filled up with rye
And I would wait my entire day to see the records on your wall
Where we could try to hide our lives from your roommate down the hall
I always keep my volume up so I never miss your call
And I will sing my songs for you in Downtown Montreal
What am I worth
Is it all or nothing
Don't let me down
Are you worth trusting
But I need to know
Will this garden grow
Or will the winter come and freeze it all away
I would wait my entire day to see the records on your wall
Where we could try to hide our lives from your roommate down the hall
I always keep my volume up so I never miss your call
And I will sing my songs for you
Yeah, I will sing them all for you
Yeah, I will sing them all for you
I will sing them all for you in Downtown Montreal
I swear this doesn't happen much, can the same be said for you
I turned my charm on maximum, were you pretending too
I'd hop a train across the plains to spend my night with you
And I would wait my entire day to see the records on your wall
Where we could try to hide our lives from your roommate down the hall
I always keep my volume up so I never miss your call
And I will sing my songs for you in Downtown Montreal
Introduce me to your cat, your qualms, your rock collection, your atom bombs
Teach me about Hemingway, about room decor and your feng shui
Tell me why the poets died so young and cry for Oscar Wilde
While we wait in line for that banjo guy with our cups filled up with rye
And I would wait my entire day to see the records on your wall
Where we could try to hide our lives from your roommate down the hall
I always keep my volume up so I never miss your call
And I will sing my songs for you in Downtown Montreal
What am I worth
Is it all or nothing
Don't let me down
Are you worth trusting
But I need to know
Will this garden grow
Or will the winter come and freeze it all away
I would wait my entire day to see the records on your wall
Where we could try to hide our lives from your roommate down the hall
I always keep my volume up so I never miss your call
And I will sing my songs for you
Yeah, I will sing them all for you
Yeah, I will sing them all for you
I will sing them all for you in Downtown Montreal
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Writer(s): Landon Morris
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