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 is up on the calendar
Saint-Jean-Baptiste is gonna eat us all alive
A l'orée des bois, un oiseau qui vole
J'ai trouvé la plume, a l'orée des bois