Montana

You wore a hoodless sweatshirt on your bed that night

With black leggings, I've never seen your face so white

Your honesty was killing me, the monsters in the room were all

Dancing to the music all around us

A door is always open if it isn't closed

And a plant is said to be dead if it doesn't grow

Grow, I will grow

I'll grow

I will grow

I will grow

There's a spirit in Montana and in your chest, a soul, oh, what a soul

I tried to be the middle-man between you and this list

I couldn't move as the footsteps neared closer to me from the monsters that feed

And I swore that I wouldn't bleed, I won't bleed

There's a spirit in Montana and in your chest, a note

That rings like the bells of cathedrals rung by the village scapegoat

As I walked slowly down your driveway to my car, I looked back

And turned into salt, a pillar with a hat