Artist/Band:
Weakerthans, The
Lyrics for Song: Wellington's Wednesday
Lyrics for Album: Fallow
The night's a spill, a permanent stain; the city soaks in
silence, salt and dirty snow. A blue glow from the tv again,
the cutains never open, faces never show. And every time a
light is turned on there's a light that's turned off somewhere.
For every failing feeling that's lost there's a perfest cost,
there's a debt you can't share. And every night they play the
same song to the same offbeat believers. And everyone is
singing along wearing blueblack eyes, wearing dead men's
neck-ties. Clocks stopped at the corner of Albert will show
your last bus left an hour ago, so stumble down the stairs
again, pretend you're not to proud to understand and still
know when your voice cuts through the crowd that lonely
people talk too loud. Numbers on a washroom stall. There's
always more then one last call calling you.
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