♪ She smiled at my reflection in the window ♪
♪ She said, you can buy me coffee,
later I'll break your heart for free ♪
♪ And we fell in love so hard,
we fell in love so fast,
that any crazy fool knew that it would never last in Montreal,
Montreal,
Montreal ♪
♪ She called herself a poet,
a cross between Van Gogh and Kerouac ♪
♪ Could see right through the darkness,
hunt you down like a hemmingway cat ♪
♪ The soul of a gypsy,
a heart made of stone,
I never loved her more than when she left me all alone in Montreal,
Montreal,
Montreal ♪
♪
There's something really beautiful about tragedy,
and there's something kinda criminal about love ♪
♪ It warms you when it burns,
and it kills you when it turns,
leaves you cold as winter snow that falls in Montreal,
in Montreal,
Montreal,
Montreal ♪
♪ Lit a candle every night,
kept it burning on the dresser by the bed ♪
♪ She never broke a promise,
she stuck to every single word she said ♪
♪ But the last thing I remember,
the last thing that I saw,
was the streetlights of St. Catherine singing Je ne sais pas,
Montreal,
Montreal,
Montreal ♪
♪ Montreal,
Montreal,
Montreal,
Montreal,
Montreal, Montreal ♪