In Montreal (feat. Allison Russell)

You're in a state of suspension Tectonic plates stacked in your sink Your body's a country, burdensome to live in The sticking ticking of time Screw-top wine, and you turn 29 at midnight Strip-steel fault lines fill your chest And you call yourself the living death But a daisy blooms through your concrete stairs In Montreal You scream like an air-raid siren You burn like a pilot light, quiet and blue Your lovers are tornado chasers, you're in the air spinning Lime-green jeans, and you turn 19 this evening You don't read books enough You should take care of your mental health So, you've had to try and get some help You swear in a decade you'll be doing well There are years you'll lose and find yourself In Montreal Years you've tried to find yourself in Montreal Lose you (find yourself in) Find yourself in (find yourself in) Find yourself in (find yourself in) Lose yourself (lose yourself) in Montreal (in Montreal)