Girl From NYC (Named Julia)

Of Montreal
Album : If He Is Protecting Our Nation, Then Who Will Protect Big Oil, Our Children?

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 close my eyes and try to hear it again
To hear you laughing again
I cried in a dream
I was staying at your place
I tried to talk about it over breakfeast
But you made a joke out of it
And i never told you why
My my my didn`t it seem like
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
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