I wanna call requests through heating-vents,
and hear them answered with a whisper, "no."
To crack the code of muscle, slacken, tense.
Let every 2nd step in boots on snow
complete you name with accents I cannot place,
that stumble where the syllables combine.
Take depositions from a stranger´s face.
Pain´t every insignificance a sign.
So tell me nothing matters, less or more,
Say, "Whatever we think actions are,"
we will never know what anything was for."
If "near is just as far away as far",
and I am permitted one act I can save,
I choose to sit here next to you & wave.
Weakerthans, The Ringtones