원문 가사
EN번역이 아직 없습니다. 원문 가사를 표시합니다.
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 theyre eyes no longer see
And darkness comes too early you wont find
The many things you owe these latest dead
A borrowed book, that check you didnt sign
The tools to be believed with people love us
Give what you can to keep to comfort this
Plain fear you cant extinguish or dismiss
