Marillion - Montréal

200 fates entwined inside the plane We watched as England dropped away from us again I wasn't waiting, I wasn't sure what I would find I was prepared to let it happen on its own this time I had a feeling I was floating into time spent amongst friends Reintroduced from other strange and wonderful weekends As the seat belt signs announced the fall I realised I'd been falling for a while We'd been falling for some time into Montreal I saw ice upon the river as the plane came in to land I heard Joni Mitchell singin' her poems of isolation The man at immigration said his friends all knew the band Bizarre to come so far to an outstretched hand and easy conversation We were welcomed through arrivals without the usual transatlantic fuss And greeted by the fans who led us to the chilly street onto the bus The snow had hung around on the corners of the vacant lots And France was singing in the air of hi-rise North America And as we made our way into the hotel hall The man behind the desk broke a knowing smile, and said "Hello sir, welcome back to Montreal." We hid away for the day in our identical rooms Like we usually do Another new bed, upside down in our heads And afternoon was morning And night was afternoon Only the jet-lagged know the way I sleep tonight.. So I Skyped home and said "It's me. How are you babe? I can't be with you but I can see you on the screen Technology is wonderful when it isn't in the way The little one seems older now with every passing day I hope the vibes are good. I'm behavin' as I should Going down to breakfast ..What time is it now there? I'll go shopping for shoes ..or whatever ensues Je t'aime my darling, Je t'aime my darling See you soon.." We were invited to the circus - guests of honour if you please - by a girl with an eskimo name And in the cafe of the Cirque 'Soleil We bought Easter-eggs from outer-space 40 different languages are spoken in this place And inside the steel-glass building I gazed up at the trapeze The building 30 metres tall - we watched the acrobat fall He was quite safe He was falling into Montreal Down at the sports-bar the ice-hockey never ends.. Down at the sports-bar the ice-hockey never ends.. So up in my room I discovered Leonard Cohen on TV Live in London. Aint that perfect symmetry?! It warmed the heart to watch him float around the hall Soaking up, reflecting, radiating Just as I would, tomorrow night On the outstretched tender hands, tender hands Tender hands of Montreal The fleur de lis was always kind to me I'll make the time if ever you should call The fleur de lis was always kind to me I'll make the time if ever you should call And so I shall... Je t'aime my darling, Je t'aime my darling Montreal