Fine Tuning: The New Pornographers - Moves

Seeing as I'm in Canada right now, here's some Canadian music:

I believe you had something that's mine all this time.
So to sing along, cry, fork it over.

I live among the alarms where I trip, where they sing.
So to sing along, cry. Hey come over.

Up the hill goes the typewritered beat of my step.
So to sing along, cry, undiscover.

And all the years at quarter speed, haloed and trembling cling.
So to sing along, cry, turning over.

These things get louder.

The lava alarms and your true villain love are kept at bay.
So to sing along, cry like you wrote it.

Will the beams Be broke and crossed?

Motion sensed, it's all heat.
So to sing along, cry it's not over.

These things get louder.

So to sing along, cry.

You with all your moves.

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