Okay, seems like everyone has had their say, new song time:
This is a Fire Door, Never Leave Open - The Weakerthans
Headlights race towards the corner of the dining room.
Half illuminate a face before they disappear.
You breathe in forty years of failing to describe a feeling.
I breathe out smoke against the window, trace the letters in your name. Our letters sound the same; full of all our changing
that isn't change at all.
All straight lines circle sometime.
You said "Somewhere there's a box full of replacement parts to
all the tenderness we've broken or let rust away.
Somewhere sympathy is more than just a way of leaving.
Somewhere someone says 'I'm sorry.'
Someone's making plans to stay."
So tell me it's okay. Tell me anything,
or show me there's a pull, unassailable,
that will lead you there, from the dark, alone,
benevolence that you've never known,
or you knew when you were four and can't remember.
Where a small knife tears out those sloppy seams,
and the silence knows what you silence means,
and your metaphors (as mixed as you can make them)
are linked, like days, together.
I still hear trains at night, when the wind is right.
I remember everything, lick and thread this string
that will never mend you or tailor more
than a memory of a kitchen floor,
or the fire-door that we kept propping open.
And I love this place; the enormous sky,
and the faces, hands that I'm haunted by,
so why can't I forgive these buildings,
these frameworks labelled "Home"?
Headlights race towards the corner of the dining room.
Half illuminate a face before they disappear.
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I searched for a decent version of this song, but failed to find anything that wasn't live. I recommend listening to it on Spotify if you can, failing that here's a link to a live show which doesn't do it justice at all:
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