Canadian Song

歌詞

turn home from bars and weaving closets full of stuttered turns when pedals redden roads we'd pass through farms, the orchards are aligned it looks too slow as we lay against the floor the green fury becomes a monument slips off the road and new years become new lines we didn't see the lights against the sky we didn't see we were too far up the road it's how canadians must feel everything they see is real my palms were made to match my eyes it's how canadians watch days in a million different ways and i am for the northern side watch the signs turn into lines