
Date of issue: 30.11.2016
Song language: English
Montana |
You wore a hoodless sweatshirt on your bed that night |
With black leggings, I’ve never seen your face so white |
Your honesty was killing me |
The monsters in the room were all dancing to the music all around us |
A door is always open if it isn’t closed |
And a plant is said to be dead if it doesn’t grow |
I’ll grow. |
I will grow |
There’s a spirit in Montana and in your chest, a soul |
Oh what a soul |
I tried to be the middle-man between you and this list |
I couldn’t move as the footsteps neared closer to me from the monsters that feed |
I swore that I wouldn’t bleed. |
I won’t bleed |
There’s a spirit in Montana and in your chest, a note |
That rings like the bells of cathedrals rung by the village scapegoat |
As I walked slowly down your driveway to my car |
I looked back and turned into salt |
A pillar with a hat |