Of Montreal

Life is always strange

You just get used to it

Once in a while something reminds you

Then your forget about it



It's all over...

Heard it at the coffee shop

And on the radio

it's all over...

They're talking at the trolley stop

And everywhere I go



It's all over

All of the suffering

It's all over...

All of the other things

I know it's all over now

But for the wondering



We could change our minds

But what's the use of it?

If there's a thing we haven't tried

Too tired to think about it



It's all over

I can't pick up the telephone

Somebody wants to know

It's all over...



The thing that can never be known

A place we'll never go



It's all over

No more imagining

It's all over

Is that a tragic thing?

I know it's all over know

But for the wondering