Woorden: Tragically Hip. No Threat.

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 your 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
Is 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

I am a windows fan