Weather Systems - Andrew Bird

Quiet

Quiet down she said

Speaking to the back of his head

On the edge of her bed

I can see your blood flow

Your cells grow

Hold still a while

Don’t spill the wine

I can see it all from here

I can see (x2)

Weather systems of the world

And every time you turn the soil

Another cloud begins to boil

Some things you say

Are not for sale

I would hold that we’re

All free agents

Of a substance or scale

Hold still a while

Don’t spill the wine

I can see it all from here

I can see (x2)

Weather systems of the world