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