Weakerthans, The - This Is A Firedoor Never Leave Open lyrics

Headlights race towards the corner of the dining room.
Half illuminate a face before they disappear.
You breathe in forty yeahrs of failing to describe a feeling.
I breathe out smoke against the window, trace the letters in your name.
Our letters sound the same;
full of all our changing that´sn´t change at all.
All straight lines circle sometime.
You said "Somewhere theres a box full of replacement parts
to all the tenderness we have broken or let rust away.
Somewhere sympathy is more than just a way of leaving.
Somewhere someone says ´I am sorry.´
Someone has making plans to stay."
So tell me it is okay.
Tell me anything, or show me theres a pull,
unassailable, that will lead you there,
from the dark, alone, benevolence that you have never known,
or you knew when you were four & can´t remember.
Where a small knife tears out those sloppy seams,
and the silence knows what you silence means,
and your metaphors (as mixed as you can make them)
are linked, like days, together.
I still hear trains at night, when the wind is right.
I remember everything, lick
and thread this string that will never mend you
or tailor more than a memory of a kitchen floor,
or the fire-door that we kept propping open.
And I love this place; the enormous sky,
and the faces, hands that I am haunted by,
so why can´t I forgive these buildings,
these frameworks labeled "Home"?

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