Paroles: Weakerthans. Reconstruction Site. A New Name For Everything.

When the bus shelter windows and napkin dispensers suprise,
with distorted reflections it's never the someone you're hoping to recognize,
and the rent is too high living here bewtween reasons to live,
where you can't sleep alone and your memories grown and the borders of night start to give,
when you (when you) can't save cash or conviction you're broken you're breaking a tired shoelace or a wave,
so long past past-due, a new name for everything

When the runways collude with the map that you folded wrong,
and the route you abandoned is always the path that you probably should be upon,
when the bottle-cap-ashtrays and intimate sears are all full,
with results of your breath and the threads of your fear are unfurled with the tiniest pull
one more time try
stand with your hands and your pockets and stare at the smudge on a newspaper sky
and ask it to rain a new name for everything

Fire every phrase
they don't wanna work
for us anymore
dot and dash our days
make your face the flag
of a semaphore

All you won't show
the boxes you brought here and never unpacked are still patiently waiting to go
So put on those clothes you never grew into
and smile like you mean it for once
If you come back bring a new name for everything

A new name for everything ...
A new name for everything ...