I return to Montreal
with my head in the clouds.
It was the journey back from Amsterdam
that glazed me over.
And I return to Montreal
with my body tattooed in faces.
Dandy angels with dense wings
have lit up the way ahead for me.
(Chorus x2)
The sun fills the airport terminal.
The sounds make my scandalous memories dance.
In my original format,
I return to Montreal.
I return to Montreal
with my heart wrapped in courage.
I would be swimming back
if I didn't have so much luggage.
I return to Montreal,
driven by a legacy.
Finally, I'm a bit wiser.
It was about time, given my age.
(Chorus x2)
My drunken state is nothing of an illusion.
Paris put an end to my rage.
My childish recklessness has come to an end.
I'm sorting out my fears in the garage.
And I live again in Montreal.
My smile is an alloy:
Super light and malleable.
Totally natural!
(Chorus x2)