(past-due) Lyrics - The Weakerthans

February always finds you folding 

Local papers open to the faces 

Who past away to wonder what they're 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 

All the eyes, their 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 

Tools to be believed with be beloved 

Give what you can to keep to comfort this 

Plain fear you can't extinguish or dismiss 

Give what you can to keep to comfort this 

Plain fear you can't extinguish or dismiss