Montreal - Plushgun

If you I can hold you inside this van

As we drive point-five miles

To that life you left behind

For this, the ether of your personality

That you want to reappear

That you want to reappear

And I just love it, I can’t believe

How smooth those words fell out

The feeling of it

Ever since I died in Montreal

And I just love it, I can’t believe

How smooth those words fell out

The feeling of it

Ever since I died in Montreal

If you can’t hold onto our van

As we drive out of this town.

Then meet me on Long Island

When you do I’ll be around

If you I can hold you inside this van

As we drive point-five miles

To that life you left behind

For this, the ether of your personality

That you want to reappear

That you want to reappear

If you can’t hold onto our van

As we drive out of this town

Then meet me on Long Island

When you do you’ll come around

And we’ll dance away our sorrows

In this world we’re too evolved

And I’ll kiss you with a warning

Like I did in Montreal