Tekstovi: The Weakerthans. (Manifest).

I wanna call a request through heating vents
And hear them answered with a whispered no
To crack the code of muscles, slack and tense
Let every second step in boots on snow

Complete your name with accents I can't place
That stumble where the syllables combine
Take depositions from a stranger's face
Paint every insignificance a sign

So tell me nothing matters less or more
Say whatever we think actions are
We'll never know what anything was for
If near is just as far away as far
And I'm permitted one act I can save
I choose to sit here next to you and wave