The Weather Station - Song lyrics
[The Weather Station - Song lyrics]
I woke up thinking of a
Song that I could write
A song to pull the dream up from my night
All day I felt so light
And wild color bled along the road
In the fields and fences as we drove along
I was thinking of my song
And what I'd place inside
If I could bury light
In something I could write
Would it explain to you this white moon
Hanging high above the motel room?
The last gasp of longing that
I stretch my hand towards
As though to steal from the
Moment some souvenir of words
I woke up thinking of a
Song that I could write
Song that I could write
A song to pull the dream up from my night
All day I felt so light
And wild color bled along the road
In the fields and fences as we drove along
I was thinking of my song
And what I'd place inside
If I could bury light
In something I could write
Would it explain to you this white moon
Hanging high above the motel room?
The last gasp of longing that
I stretch my hand towards
As though to steal from the
Moment some souvenir of words
I woke up thinking of a
Song that I could write