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Allan Hill - Montana Lyrics

When I can't sleep at night I tiptoe on the freezing hardwood
I drop a pin at your old house and walk around the neighbourhood

And when I miss you I don't tell you till the feeling passes
We spent a weekend on the lawn, you don’t care if the grass is

Wet from the dew of the morning
Cold from the dead of the night
Loud from sound of the streetlights humming
Warm from the hand on your backside
Quiet like the room when I stay too late
And crash on the couch till the next day
Closing the door when I’ve got nothing to say

When I can't sleep at night I wish that I'd moved to Montana
Those kids on bicycles, they starе straight into the camera

And when I'd feel alonе I'd drive for a while to the province
We’d spend the weekend laying shirtless in the grass, the lawn is

Wet from the dew of the morning
Cold from the dead of the night
Loud from sound of the streetlights humming
Warm from the hand on your backside
Quiet like the room when I stay too late
And crash on the couch till the next day
Closing the door when I’ve got nothing to say