In an Hour - The Weather Station

You know, in an hour

It could all turn around

You don’t have to know how

Though it all feels like fate now that you’re down

Strange in your body and strange in your mind

Now it’s coming from all sides

I lay you down on the floor

And I close the blinds

It don’t have to be

Everything that I know you need

It don’t have to be

Only minute one, minute two, minute three

I cannot tell us apart

Your pain made free with my own heart

We laid out under the ceiling

As though under the stars

As though this afternoon

Was the blackness from here to the moon

Dizzied by distances within you

It don’t have to be an answer to

Every disaster you

Know could come true

Only minute one, then minute two

It don’t have to be

Everything that I know you need

It don’t have to be

Only minute one, minute two, minute three

You know in an hour it could all be the same

You and I and the gentle rain

The white window through which the wind came