V A E L O R A - Saint Catherine Avenue

Same black coat, different heartbeat,
Same street looking back at me.
And I remembered the nights we stayed too late,
Talking about forever, like it couldn't wait, wait, wait.
Saint Catherine Street still knows my name; every corner keeps a photograph of a girl I used to be.
The lights are different, the people moved on,
But somewhere between these buildings I still hear that old song.