The Shape of Drunks to Come - The Sainte Catherines

This body feels better now than ever before

Like a boy playing drums on rusty garbage cans

I really know how to smile now without laughing out loud

I just need to learn how to act in one place at a time

Tomorrow you’ll be gone

Montreal’s still singing our song

Can you teach me how to breathe?

Montreal is still bleeding

I’m sure that you know that I did my best for you

Like this evening without wine, without you I’m not me

I’m sure that you know now I’ll be the best for you

Like this bottle without gin, without you I’m not me

Kids singing, cats running and the colour of your nails

I remember how cool I was when I turned 17

Sitting here on this bench with someone I know from songs

Makes me dream of a day without hours in our house

Tomorrow you’ll be gone

Montreal’s still singing our song

Can you teach me how to breathe?

Montreal is still bleeding

I’m sure that you know that I did my best for you

Like this evening without wine, without you I’m not me

I’m sure that you know now I’ll be the best for you

Like this bottle without gin, without you I’m not me

Tonight all this feels right