Maple Moons Over Montréal

(ahhhh) Snow on Saint-Laurent,

steps in the slush

St-Viateur steam rising in a rush

We walk in wool coats,

hiding our hands

Writing our names on the glass where we stand

And the metro's hum is a quiet song

We take the green line all evening long

Oh, Montréal,

you hold me in the cold A pink winter sky,

a story untold

Walking the mountain under frozen stars

Finding our warmth in these crowded bars

(ooh, yeah) Fading murals

on the brick walls

As the afternoon shadow slowly falls

Coffee in paper cups,

steam in the air

Traces of your laughter everywhere

Oh, Montréal,

you hold me in the cold A pink winter sky,

a story untold Walking the mountain under frozen stars

Finding our warmth in these crowded bars (ooh,

yeah) Lost in the pink afterglow... (mmmmm)