Youth Lagoon - Montana Lyrics
You wore a hoodless sweatshirt on your bed that nightWith black leggings, I've never seen your face so whiteYour honesty was killing meThe monsters in the room were all dancing to the music all around usA door is always open if it isn't closedAnd a plant is said to be dead if it doesn't growI'll grow.. I will growThere's a spirit in Montana and in your chest, a soulOh what a soulI tried to be the middle-man between you and this listI couldn't move as the footsteps neared closer to me from the monsters that feedI swore that I wouldn't bleed.. I won't bleedThere's a spirit in Montana and in your chest, a noteThat rings like the bells of cathedrals rung by the village scapegoatAs I walked slowly down your driveway to my carI looked back and turned into saltA pillar with a hat