We Make the Weather - Howard Jones

Heaven is a somewhere locked inside and I must find the key

Wish I’d never locked the door

Ordinary things in life are where this heaven likes to be Hold the sky, feet on the floor

Hold the sky, feet on the floor

We make our sun to shine

We make our space and time

We make the weather

We make it change

Hell is not somewhere but a state of mind I choose to be When my faith in life has gone

Cruelty rebounds to hurt itself puts shackles on the free

Vicious circle carries on Hold the sky, feet on the floor

We make our sun to shine

We make our space and time

We make the weather

We make it change

We make the weather

We make it change

Time to judge the act don’t judge the actor of the circumstance

Time to free compassion’s world

Life is not the end we’re passing through like bubbles on the sea

Time to learn and time to mend

Hold the sky, feet on the floor

We make our sun to shine

We make our space and time

We make the weather

We made a change

We make the weather

We make a change