Weakerthans, The - strona 1/1
Aside
Diagnosis
Elegy For Elsabet
Everything Must Go!
Left And Leaving
My Favorite Chords
One Great City!
The Pamphleteer
This Is A Firedoor Never Leave Open
Watermark
Without Mythologies
Losowy fragment piosenki
Weakerthans, The - Without Mythologies
A soft breeze with the slippery concrete black and full of muddy slush,
contrasting with the hoarfrost,
clean and hung on a tunnel of silent shivering trees
(the ones you said you'd like to be),
and the birds that screamed at the sun
now buried deep down below the ground,
beneath the snow, I press my shoulder to this wall between us.
I know you are behind me and I press my shoulder to this wall,
determined not to turn around.
I didn't see you standing,