(Past-Due) letra

February always finds you folding
Local papers open to the faces
Passed away to wonder what theyre holding
In those hands were never shown the places
Formal photographs refuse to mention
His tiny feet, that birthmark on her knee
The tyranny of framing our attention
With all the eyes theyre eyes no longer see

And darkness comes too early you wont find
The many things you owe these latest dead
A borrowed book, that check you didnt sign
The tools to be believed with people love us
Give what you can to keep to comfort this
Plain fear you cant extinguish or dismiss

The Weakerthans - Letras

• (Hospital Vespers)
• (Manifest)
• (Past-Due)
• A New Name for Everything
• Anchorless
• Aside
• Benediction
• Bigfoot
• Civil Twilight
• Confessions Of a Futon-revolutionist.
• Diagnosis
• Elegy For Elsabet
• Elegy For Gump Worsley
• Everything Must Go
• Exiles Among You
• Fallow
• Greatest Hits Collection
• History To The Defeated
• Hymn Of The Medical Oddity
• Illustrated Bible Stories for Children
• Leash
• Left And Leaving
• Letter of Resignation
• Maryland Bridge
• My Favourite Chords
• Night Windows
• None of the above
• One Great City!
• Our Retired Explorer (Dines With Michel Folcault In Paris, 1961)
• Pamphleteer
• Past Due
• Plea From A Cat Named Virtue
• Psalm For The Elks Lodge Last Call
• Reconstruction Site
• Relative Surplus Value
• Reunion Tour
• Slips And Tangles
• Sounds Familiar
• Sun In An Empty Room
• The last last one
• The Prescience of Dawn
• The Reasons
• This Is A Fire Door Never Leave Open
• Time's Arrow
• Tournament Of Hearts
• Uncorrected Proofs
• Utilities
• Virtute The Cat Explains Her Departure
• Watermark
• Wellington's Wednesdays
• Without Mythologies