Girl From NYC (Named Julia) ​of Montreal

I'm such a vulnerable lad
With nothing to protect me
From your world so bright and full of laughter
I went home and sank my head into the pillow
I closed my eyes and tried to hear it again
To hear you laughing again

I cried in a dream
While i was staying at your place
I tried to talk about it over breakfast
But you made a joke out of it
And i never told you why
My, my, my, didn't it seem
That you were only playing with me
I wrote you a letter on the flight home
Which evolved into a love poem
So, of course, i couldn't send it then

I cried in a dream
While i was staying at your place

I'm such a vulnerable lad
With nothing to protect me
From your world so bright and full of laughter