Montreal in the Fall

Fire escapes
In case of heart break
Disappear to Montreal, in this early fall season
Something to believe in heaven saw that reason
Now it’s time to bare it all for your dreams, cut the keys then
The bangs teasing, winter’s cool breezing
Free and a bird with nothing but time, I’m safe keeping
Found my way seeking
Darkened days are leaving
Rain boots dance on muddy clay, I’m day dreaming
He said, I heard your leavin'
I said «Yeah, not eating right in the big city
3 years, no longer pretty, that wife for he»
Take turns, my time to speak
It burns some times, I wind through streets, unkind memories
Grind to eat, make do of new beginnings
No time to sleep, awake, takes to forgiving
Taking time to read, A heartbreaking work of staggering genius
Better yet, I’ll always mean it
When I tell you that I’ll love you
From the day that we met, I bet you think I say things I forget
But try my best this time
Cross my heart and hope for signs
Ropa dopin' dimes, soak the grime out, wrung til dry
Just to get by, bumping Kweli out a speaker’s timber
Peace to all the spirits gone, well, they sometimes linger
Rain season, apologies, reasons, postdated, can’t remember
Yeah, I’m running til November, Shit
Hanging out, all alone Montreal in the Fall
Now we free to be chasing it all
So long to yesterday
Sipping wine in the middle of day, life is so much better this way
So long he said
Hanging out, Montreal in the Fall
Now we free to be chasing it all
Goodbye to yesterday
Sticky greens at the start of the day
I’ll be running til May
So long she said
In a peak of autumn breeze, changing times and changing leaves
I saw my baby and me, the plot still ripens
Just a peach in the sea, grows juicy indeed
The Summer, how you leave me soft in slumber
Turned my back you were gone, paper stacks not foregone for this love thing
Look above but night still closing in
Where does it end, where to begin
Montreal daylight, fights within
Wine and cheese in the day, Port Royal and the bay
Belle province, vous commencer ca?
Depeneur comme vous ne penser pas
Spotlight and fancy cars, LA bigger stars
Pre teen push up bras, that life ain’t for me
Sharpened life, but quiet journey
Spark in flight, a riot churning
One fire burning, no lie of a word
My story hurt, these years they turn