In the history of Canada, there never was a mention Of how we fought out on the sidewalk of the Drake Hotel It was snowing in the summer on the 7/4 Shoreline I've got this power of revision, you knew me well I thought you'd see by now I thought you'd know by heart From the dark down in my covers, I'm speaking through the seasons I only wanted what you wanted, you knew me well All the crystalline appearances recurring in my dreams Of how we fought out on the sidewalk of the Drake Hotel I thought you'd see by now I thought you'd know by heart Are you listening, friend Are you listening, friend Are you listening, friend Are you listening, friend