Weakerthans, The - Without Mythologies lyrics

A soft breeze with the slippery concrete black & full of muddy slush,
contrasting with the hoarfrost,
clean & hung on a tunnel of silent shivering trees
(the ones you said you would like to be),
and the birds that screamed at the sun
now buried deep down below the ground,
beneath the snow, I press my shoulder to this wall between us.
I know you´re behind me & I press my shoulder to this wall,
determined not to turn around.
I did not see you standing,
suntil that statue that I molded in my mind to kiss,
so beautiful you will never move again.
Someplace far away, at some sad table littered with chipped plates,
with bad light,
in 48 frames from a movie on the cutting room floor,
you said "True meaning would be dying with you",
and though I wanted to, I didn´t smile.
But now I´ll give up on this wall that we´ve fought with,
never uncover meaning behind our rich words.
If I could I´d make you a raging river,
with angry rapids, supplied with rain,
so you could always meander
and forever be able to run away
without contending with myths wrongly interpreted with pain.
A harsh wind.

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