Spoonful of Sugar

Spoonful of sugar in Montreal city When the leaves are dying and look so pretty At home the ships are on the rocks and sinking And as hard as we try we just can't stop thinking Dirt in my fist, roots on my sleeves This year the trees fell before the leaves People like me like people like you Cause people like you are far too few Oh night daylight has got nothing on you And nothing's everlasting when you're always just passing through Ohhh Ear full of music just when I need it Your soul won't sing unless you bleed it Lookin' for answers through the night owl window A million miles an hour through the wind and snow A spoonful of sugar in Montreal city When the leaves are dying and look so pretty Nothing can cure this homesick disease This fall the trees fell before the leaves Nothing can cure this homesick disease This fall the trees fell before the leaves This fall the trees fell before the leaves This fall the trees fell before the leaves