| | Wellington's Wednesdays Lyrics Artist(Band):The Weakerthans
Clocks stopped at the corner of Albert will show your last bus left an hour ago, so stumble down the stairs again, pretend you're not too proud to understand and still know when your voice cuts through the crowd that lonely people talk too loud. The night's a spill, a permanent stain; the city soaks in silence, salt and dirty snow. A blue glow from the tv again, the curtains never open, faces never show. And every time a light is turned on there's a light that's turned off somewhere. For every failing feeling that's lost there's a perfect cost, there's a debt you can't share. And every night they play the same song to the same offbeat believers. And everyone is singing along wearing blueblack eyes, wearing dead men's neck-ties. Clocks stopped at the corner of Albert will show your last bus left an hour ago, so stumble down the stairs again, pretend you're not too proud to understand and still know when your voice cuts through the crowd that lonely people talk too loud. Numbers on a washroom stall. There's always more then one last call calling you. Or you got blue eyes, or you got green eyes, or you got grey eyes If you find some error in Wellington's Wednesdays Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Review the song Wellington's Wednesdays The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "The Weakerthans" Music | |
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