Quebec

Québec at night
Walking on crushed ice
Under the streetlights.
From our lips smoke rises.
You break down
You finally break down

"We are not us
There is another us to us.
We are not special
We are no longer special."

Lounging on the couch
A little bit faded
Waiting
For the wave to pass
The tide's always changing.
This footing is shaky

"We are not us
There is another us to us.
We are not special
We are no longer special."

Breakfast over crepes
Drizzled in maple.
Canadian staple.
Fear finally wanes.
Laughter is easy
Like it's always been

We are us
There is no other us
We are special
We will always be special
We will always be special
We will always be special to me