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Published on Mar 7, 2012
From The Tragically Hip's Yer Favourites (2005)
Lyrics: Got a window-washer's head for an unmakeable bed for loneliness the past is no place to rest your weary arms 'cept at sevens at yer sides your face a campaign debt, reflected sky you die to your fans one window at at a time - that's right!
gotta a window-washer's eye for an untuckable sky for lonely design the past is no place to try, but I'll get my mind's armies moving at full-stride singing in one voice, preoccupied and with nothing to say, I'll sing it bright - that's right!
I am here it's only me I ain't freed nobody yet it's just me I'll just be a sec I'm a cleaner, I'm no threat, no threat, no threat I'm a reader, I'm no threat.
who sings lonely? everyone sings lonely it doesn't sound so bad who is free? everybody's freed from the tired of being sad so sad
how will I know? how will I know if I'm helping? moreso, how will she know if I'm helping? if I'm not in the saddle, I'm nothing - that's right!
I am here it's only me I ain't freed nobody yet it's just me clearing spider-webs I'm a listener, I'm no threat I am here failed and failing breath I'm a listener, I'm no threat, no threat, no threat I'm a watcher I'm no threat no threat no threat