i don't understand the weather
it's hard and steady
delicate like a feather
a falling mist on higher ground
and a downpour of electric sound

my shoulders shake as my eyes recreate
a crushing rain sure to fall down
the weather closes in so that i might drown

and we all made our way to the microphones
and they all made their way to the offices
there's no difference between that and this

the airplanes are flying overhead
day and night, you can hear them from the porch
or the bed
so loud i can't hear you saying "please stay home."

follow the dream till the dream is dead
spites sparks from those who do not
you're a dreamer, you're a dreamer
stop your sleeping in the winter
come and freeze with us here in the icebox

and i made my way to the concert halls
you still haven't found your way out
i won't starve, i won't starve
i'm not hungry at all
with these notes and words in my mouth

finders keepers, i can't give up on this
the drummer is dead but it wasn't the music that killed him
and i made my way to that humid stage
weeping for beauty i was a little bit late

it was all i wanted from the rest of my life
no dancing, no need to
and sunsets are sunsets
they mean nothing to me
i love what i love, i could hear it approaching me
or maybe it was leaving

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