Letra {hospital Vespers} de Weakerthans original

Doctors play your dosage like a card trick
Scrabbled down the hallways yelling 'Yatzee'
I brought books on Harper in the Arctic
Something called 'The Politics of Lonely'
A toothbrush and Quick Pick with THE plus
You tried not to roll your sunken eyes

And said 'Hey can you help me? I can't reach it'
Pointed to the camera in the ceiling
I climbed up, blocked it so they couldn't see
Turned to find you out of bed and kneeling
Before the nurses came took you away
I stood there on a chair and watched you pray