We carried up a 24, we brought it to the third floor It was like lifting a bull Close the windows looking out over Parc Avenue 'Cause we don't need no soccer fans getting on the record And the heat in here is something fierce and I swear it's making us see double We woke up today and I thought I was yesterday Summer months keep rolling by and we'd like to try to finish it by wintertime What once was a monster is now a friend of mine 'Cause we want to make this life into a living Oh my, the Woodman's on the phone and Nic's up on the calendar Saint-Jean-Baptiste is gonna eat us all alive À l'orée des bois Un oiseau qui vole J'ai trouvé la plume À l'orée des bois