The weakerthans (past-due) lyrics

February always finds you folding



Local papers open to the faces



Passed away to wonder what they're holding 



In those hands we're 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 they're eyes no longer see







And darkness comes too early you won't 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 extinguish or dismiss