The Weakerthans - 'Past Due':

[lewk]

february always finds you folding
local papers open to the faces
past away to wonder what they're holding
in those hands we're never shown the places
formal phonographs refuse to mention
his tiny feet that birthmark on her knee
the tyranny of framing our attention
with all the eyes their eyes no longer see
and darkness comes to 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
playing fear you can't extinguish or dismiss

give what you can
to keep to comfort this
playing fear you can't extinguish or dismiss

give what you can
to keep to comfort this

give what you can...