Rain is falling in Montreal. The past few months were all the same. It just feels empty without you. I'm still alone, by the way. Were you, were you thinking of, were you thinking of me? So far away from you, I still hear you breathing but still I miss you and I want you closer. Close to me, close to me, I wish you'd always be. Close to me, close to me, this is how it should be. Tell me what went wrong between us? Is it something I said or did? Tell me one day I'll get you back. I'll wait for the rest of my life.