Wear - The Weather Station/Tamara Lindeman
Composed by：Tamara Lindeman
I tried to wear the world like some kinda garment
I reach my fingers down inside of all the clinging pockets
In fabric stained and torn and scratched pulling at the seams
I wandered out onto the streets like that dressed so gracelessly
It does not matter to the world if I embody it
It could not matter less that I wanted to be a part of it
Still I fumble with my hands and tongue to open and to part it
I tried to wear the world like some kinda jacket
It does not keep me warm I cannot ever seem to fasten it
Bodies never want not to move they wanted all of it to be hidden
To be touched to be known to be undressed to be clothed
Why can't I be the body graceful in the cloth of it
Why can't you want me for the way I cannot handle it
Am I ever understood
Am I hidden by this hood
I tried to wear each word that you had ever said to me
Even as careless as it turns out you have been with me
I still reach out to hold everything that I'm told
I still reach out to hold everything that I'm told
I still reach out to hold to touch until we fold
I still reach out to hold I still reach out to hold
