Текст песни Greatest Hits Collection

Knock so I'll know you're still there, half listening, interpreting
the air. Full of failing foreign tongue, my dialect of stammer
come undone. I've got these threads of you and I that I use
to tie my doubts down, and from four times-zones away, still
yesterday, still talking to the past: from the front seat of your
car, gravel road and falling, falling hands and falling star.
Start the engine up. I'd like a new identity. A pseudonym.
Some plastic surgery. Or just a way to disappear. Someone
to write me out of here. I hear you hum an unfamiliar song.Weakerthans - Greatest Hits Collection - http://ru.motolyrics.com/weakerthans/greatest-hits-collection-lyrics.html
Thought maybe you would come along. Perhaps you'd like to
see some piece of this; my new philosophy is that a crappy
tape deck somewhere plays a greatest hits collection of
strange and tender moments, lost, stranded, and forgotten.
I'll meet you there. (Something I forgot to say: can't find a
way to make this mark more clear. So crack your skull
before you weep, and I'll try to keep some part of me
sincere.)