The Weather

I'm catching a free falling high
Unreal as a dream
Brighter than the Sun
Late on a burning evening wind
Tomorrow comes, you'll never know
Lying face down on this cold tile floor
Tomorrow comes, and you know
How I felt the night before

Like the weather, you change again
Tomorrow never seems the same

Turn around
Hit the floor
Pick another piece up again
Slowing down
Out of sync
Sucking up the snowstorm I'm in
Tomorrow comes, and you know
How I felt the night before

Like the weather, you change again
Tomorrow never seems the same
If you should never dream again
The Sun could never shine, shine

Time to begin
I could let you in
I should let you in
I will let you in

Hours through
Cutting glass
Plastic fields of temporary joy

Like the weather, you change again
Tomorrow never seems the same
If you should never dream again
The Sun could never shine, shine

Time to begin
I could let you in
I should let you in
I will let you in