Love (Montreal) Songtext
von Amen Dunes
Love (Montreal) Songtext
Looks like the song of faith
Could not bring you down
He had to try other places
But I′m sure you'll figure it out
Wind it goes in from the cold
Call me to the south
Two years we couldn′t last
And it explains itself
Everybody loves
Yet that's love that brings you down
Drink him up and hold him up for me
He loved me but it's over now
I was looking at the motion magazine
I was dreamning we were lying down
In the dream we were close to 17
Never stronger, never down
The next thing you will find to love you
That is to steal the words right out of my mouth
You feed me fast like a stag in the(?)
Even though I′m not around
It′s time you call on me
I swear I'll figure it out
I spend there speaking all slow
My mind in deep red cloud
Each day I come round the station
See you′re not around
In the station men just stand
Or don't you know by now?
Everybody loves
Yet I′m still around somehow
Yeah, you're going places
Oh, baby got the same old sounds
Sweet talking, low doping daddy
From a hight delivers down
I see you getting old on the road now
But the old is head of crowd
And now that you′re not here
He relies on his lonesome sound
And I know dear you can hear instantly
Even though he's not around
Sing, you, sing, oh you for me
Let keep it
Oh, keep it
Go on, go on
Could not bring you down
He had to try other places
But I′m sure you'll figure it out
Wind it goes in from the cold
Call me to the south
Two years we couldn′t last
And it explains itself
Everybody loves
Yet that's love that brings you down
Drink him up and hold him up for me
He loved me but it's over now
I was looking at the motion magazine
I was dreamning we were lying down
In the dream we were close to 17
Never stronger, never down
The next thing you will find to love you
That is to steal the words right out of my mouth
You feed me fast like a stag in the(?)
Even though I′m not around
It′s time you call on me
I swear I'll figure it out
I spend there speaking all slow
My mind in deep red cloud
Each day I come round the station
See you′re not around
In the station men just stand
Or don't you know by now?
Everybody loves
Yet I′m still around somehow
Yeah, you're going places
Oh, baby got the same old sounds
Sweet talking, low doping daddy
From a hight delivers down
I see you getting old on the road now
But the old is head of crowd
And now that you′re not here
He relies on his lonesome sound
And I know dear you can hear instantly
Even though he's not around
Sing, you, sing, oh you for me
Let keep it
Oh, keep it
Go on, go on
Writer(s): Damon Duell Mcmahon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com