The Weather

No pattern of mine is gonna cut through your time like a light from the blue
Seem to cycle like a dime round these spirals in my mind

You’re soft as feathers
Can’t be tethered
No sense regretting
You’re simple as weather

When it rains you feel safe to cry
When the Sun comes out you wonder how you ever question

When it’s grey you don’t mind that it’s grey all the time
You wouldn’t mind if it never broke
I wonder if it’s that you’re too scared to hope

And in the dark you just close your eyes
Wait for the weather to make up your mind
Wait for the clouds to tell you which way to go

Is it you is it you is it you is it you that you know?

Oh, you’re a sensitive mess
A tentative curse
A delicate force
A conjuring word
The mile you quit
The time you conspired
The wish that you made
The death where you smile
The priest in the coven
The lark in the trench
The bun in the oven
The lingering stench
A push from behind
The time that you cried
The bounce on the pavement
That made the girls smiles
You’ve light on your face
You’re picking up static
I lost where I was
And started to panic
A courteous kiss
An unravelling mask
The shadows that dance
When you turn your back
Behind closed doors
Where the pretty girl snores
And the vision you’re craving adores something you lack

Is it you is it you is it you is it you that you lack?

When it rains you feel safe to cry
When the Sun comes out you wonder how you ever question

When it’s grey you don’t mind that it’s grey all the time
You wouldn’t mind if it never broke
I wonder if it’s that you’re too scared to hope

And in the dark you just close your eyes
Wait for the weather to make up your mind
Wait for the clouds to tell you which way to go

Is it you, is it you, is it you, is it you that you show?