I remember you, do you remember me?   There?s no way to the heart better than awkwardly   In Canada on New Year?s Eve, you said, you?d never seen   Someone bleed like I bleed, perhaps I was on      The shaking hands, the hands we?ll shake   There?s nothing that we?ve done you could call a mistake   We wore ourselves into the ground the humming of the traffic   On St. Catherine?s breaks the slow fall down      The truth is behind the hotel, the body?s underneath the maple tree   The leaves turned red when you killed me, startled by the Saint?s river   I won?t reduce the complications to the warmer nights   When I did not know you      The truth is under the water, finally silent I could hear you speak   About the leaves and killing me, shaken by the Saint?s river   There?s nothing that we?ve done that could be wrong   It?s the only way we?ll ever understand