Barometers - We the Living

Mercury rising

What’s to blame?

The atmosphere, the things I trust

Columns kilometers high

Pressing down upon our trust

Northern front is moving fast

Pressing down the earth and us

The air it seemed was feather light

And slight of hand its blinding us

Columns kilometers high

Pressing down upon our trust

Would you stay or would you go

Barometers, Barometers

And now’s the time, to gather stones

Barometers, Barometers

I didn’t mean the words I sowed

Barometers, Barometers

Forecast weather

Situations

None in front is moving fast

Heavy columns miles deep

High and low marked on a map

Magnified by several stations

In locations marked on a map

Who is there

My time of need?

Just several stations marked on a map

Would you stay or would you go

Barometers, Barometers

Now’s the time to gather stones

Barometers, Barometers

I didn’t mean the words I sowed

Barometers, Barometers

Pressure systems, north and south

We are the front, and no one else

We are a vacuum, you and I

We are collapsing on ourselves

Pressure systems, north and south

We are the front, and no one else

We’re a vacuum, you and I

We are collapsing on…

Would you stay or would you go

Barometers, Barometers

Now’s the time to gather stones

Barometers, Barometers

I didn’t mean the words I sowed