Weather Systems
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
I can see
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
I can see
Weather systems of the world
Writer/s: Andrew Bird
