Of Montreal - Montreal

^EMontreal is ^Fwhere i began to ^Bbfeel ^Ainside the grey ^Fsadness of ^Bbwinter.

^CmYou told me ^Bbthat this isn't ^Fit, and ^Ai ^D#drove a^Cmway. ^{A# A}

^EWalking to the statue in the park, Through ^Fsnow drifts up over our ^Bbknees,

And ^Aevery street ^Fsign written in ^BbFrench. We ^Cmsat by the ^Bbstatue, you looked in my ^Feyes,

^AThen ^D#said, 'I'm so^Cm sorry.' ^{A# A E}Later, laying on your bed,

^Fwondering what's going ^Bbwrong. Every ^Atime I'd ^Fask you'd start ^Bbcrying

and whisper, &^Cmquot;I don't ^Bbknow why, I only know what i ^Ffeel, what a ^Avoice ^D#says to ^Cmme."^A#;

I ^Cmmay be here ^Bbnow, but I've never left Mon^Ftreal.