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 the 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?