Text: Grey Gardens. Other. Montreal.

I can feel the distance getting wider city's getting smaller no more sleep today
Like the view through yellow double plastic windows of the plane
Every time you pull away
Its the same
Its the
Same moon over montreal
That I can see from here
I can lift my head in sorrow I can hang my head in joy
But my heart remains the same
The promise in your eyes your lips could not deny its getting smaller
As you pull away
Its the same
Its the
Same moon over montreal
That i can see from here
So send a goodnight kiss
I feel it
I feel it
Its the same moon over montreal
That I can see from here
So send a goodnight kiss
I feel it
I feel it


(Thanks to F.L. for these lyrics)