The Most Dangerous Thing About You - The Weather Station

Tonight I’m hoping to be awake

I followed your car down to the lake

We got a table at the old boulevard club

The waitress offered a smile to your joke in politeness

You did not know

You held her talking while I waited watching

You laid your credit card on the table

And told me about your bills

And the sale of hydro

The incompetence of your bosses and your lawyers

And the warming ocean

I woke up in your life

I was passing behind your eyes

Before I knew what was yours and what was mine

I listened;

I took it all in stride

Your ideas and distorted pride

While learning by heart all your thoughts and your visions

The most dangerous thing about you is your pain

I know for me it is the same

It was restless — you felt it

But never could call it by name

It was yours for life to have and to hold

A companion that you had never known

A shadow you saw but never knew that you cast

And all of the sadness you can’t explain

Poured from you like a summer rain

Hand in hand with your child in the morning