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The Weakerthans - Time's Arrows

So you watch the sunrise sinking, and she’s talking in her sleep..
dream of how alone she was, tomorrow when you keep
all those promises to someone, in a mirror you will find at your parent’s house in 1989.

Terrorized by the ruling party, calendars, and commas.
Small request—could we please (turn around and around and around) turn around?

Then you whisper your arrival, walking backwards to the door,
wonder briefly what it is you’re hesitating for.
All the streetlights down, desserted, in the darkest part of night,
to lead you through the evening to the light.

Pulled along in the tender grip of watches and ellipses.
Small request—could we please (turn around and around and around) turn around (turn around and around and around) turn around?

These lyrics are by The Weakerthans, from Time's Arrows. Posted at 7:21am on 4 September 2006.
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