Текст песни (Past-Due)

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
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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 distinguish or dismiss
Give what you can to keep to comfort this
Plain fear you can't distinguish or dismiss

Plain fear you can't distinguish or dismiss
Plain fear you can't distinguish or dismiss
Plain fear you can't distinguish or dismiss
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