Katacombes

In the alley Spilling my guts I called you crying as they picked me up On Rue Sanguinet Je me souvien Though buried deep in the passageways of my head When I woke up When I woke up in Downtown Montreal in a hospital bed You left flowers At his doorway Then lit a candle for the city's patron saint We eulogized the serotonin we wasted We grew jaded with time only to lose sight of what is sacred Tread lightly On what is said Only heretics speak ill of the dead I've never Felt so damned alone Than being trapped with my thoughts in the catacombs I'm still haunted by the shadows (by the shadows) I'm still haunted (I'm still haunted) By my shadow (by my shadow)