Artista: The Weakerthans
  Canción: (Past Due)

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 their eyes no longer see 
And darkness comes to early you wont find 
The many things you owe these latest dead 
A borrowed book that check you didn't sign 
The tools to be believed with be beloved 
Give what you can to keep to comfort this 
Plain fear you can't exstinguish or dismiss 

Give what you can to comfort this 
Plain fear you cant exstinguish or dismiss 
Give what you can to comfort this 
Give what you can