Matt Pond Pa

I remember you, do you remember me?
There's no way to the heart better than awkwardly
In Canada on New Year's Eve, you said, you'd never seen
Someone bleed like I bleed, perhaps I was on
The shaking hands, the hands we'll shake
There's nothing that we've done you could call a mistake
We wore ourselves into the ground the humming of the traffic
On St. Catherine's breaks the slow fall down
The truth is behind the hotel, the body's underneath the maple tree
The leaves turned red when you killed me, startled by the Saint's river
I won't reduce the complications to the warmer nights
When I did not know you
The truth is under the water, finally silent I could hear you speak
About the leaves and killing me, shaken by the Saint's river
There's nothing that we've done that could be wrong
It's the only way we'll ever understand