Hanging Towers of Baltimore - A Weather
Try locking the doors when there's no need to
Try turning off the lights when you leave the room
Try opening a window when you close a door
Try leaving your clothes on my bedroom floor
Say walking away instead of leaving
Say nothing much has changed now that the locks are and now
Nothing will blur nothing goes blunt
Because of how sharp you were
We broke all our beaks
Broke all our noses
On all the mirrors I'm
Flapping my wings
Flapping my arms
Like I'm putting out a fire
And I watch the way
The rain gets pushed around
Into shapes by the curve
Of the wiper blades
How the fields are grey
When they're far away and are green
By the road
Try standing all day on the highest branches
Try crossing your eyes to see the hidden picture
I'm gonna see what you meant
When you said I love you best
I'm gonna shake all the trees
To make it snow once again
I'm gonna see it dissolve into the pavement
How cold do you have to be before it sticks to your
Chest
It's nice how things break
So you can fix them
And feel really good
About fixing them
It's nice how things end
So you can feel good
About starting them
All over again again
It's nice how things break
So you can fix them
And feel really good
About fixing them
It's nice how things end
So you can feel good
About starting them
All over again
It's nice how things break
So you can fix them
And feel really good
About fixing them
It's nice how things end
So you can feel good
About starting them
All over again
It's nice how things break
So you can fix them
And feel really good
It's nice how things
Break so you can
Try not the breathe so hard
There's glass between me
And you
And now
It's fogging up
I can't see
The way
You're missing me
What it does
To your eyes
It's nice
How things end so
You can trace
What you want to say
On the condensation some words a line
From your favorite song
But write
It backwards cos I'm
On the other side and I
See the mirror image
I watch the way
The rain
Gets pushed around
Into shapes
By the curve
Of the wiper blades
How the fields are grey
When they're far away
And are green by the road
