In the history of Canada, there never was a mention
Of how we fought out on the sidewalk of the Drake Hotel
It was snowing in the summer on the 7/4 Shoreline
I've got this power of revision, you knew me well
I thought you'd see by now
I thought you'd know by heart
From the dark down in my covers, I'm speaking through the seasons
I only wanted what you wanted, you knew me well
All the crystalline appearances recurring in my dreams
Of how we fought out on the sidewalk of the Drake Hotel
I thought you'd see by now
I thought you'd know by heart
Are you listening, friend
Are you listening, friend
Are you listening, friend
Are you listening, friend