Tori Amos - Weatherman lyrics
[Tori Amos - Weatherman lyrics]
He is not a weatherman
But his bride lies with the land
And she will whisper to him
"I'll be dressing up in snow"
Cloaked in echo it's almost as
If only Nature knows
How to bring his wife to life
And breathe her into form
"One more look from her eyes
One more look
Can you paint her back to life?"
He knows every moor and mound
Every curve of every hill
A shoulder of the mountain where
They watched a thousand dawns
"One more look from her eyes
One more look
Can you paint her back to life?"
Rising, she stirs
First it blurs a breeze that lifts
Lilac blossoms from the earth
Blending it's shape to a skirt
With limbs that bend
He's drawn toward her pirouette turn
Autumn's peach black, winter's velvet coat
Pink tourmaline, palette of spring
In summer she's wrapped in Viennese green
He is not a weatherman
But his bride lies with the land
And she will whisper to him
"I'll be dressing up in snow"
Cloaked in echo it's almost as
If only Nature knows
How to paint his wife to
Life with every season's tone
"One more look from her eyes
One more look from her eyes
One more look from her eyes
One more look from her eyes
One more look from her eyes
One more look
Can you paint her back to life?"
But his bride lies with the land
And she will whisper to him
"I'll be dressing up in snow"
Cloaked in echo it's almost as
If only Nature knows
How to bring his wife to life
And breathe her into form
"One more look from her eyes
One more look
Can you paint her back to life?"
He knows every moor and mound
Every curve of every hill
A shoulder of the mountain where
They watched a thousand dawns
"One more look from her eyes
One more look
Can you paint her back to life?"
Rising, she stirs
First it blurs a breeze that lifts
Lilac blossoms from the earth
Blending it's shape to a skirt
With limbs that bend
He's drawn toward her pirouette turn
Autumn's peach black, winter's velvet coat
Pink tourmaline, palette of spring
In summer she's wrapped in Viennese green
He is not a weatherman
But his bride lies with the land
And she will whisper to him
"I'll be dressing up in snow"
Cloaked in echo it's almost as
If only Nature knows
How to paint his wife to
Life with every season's tone
"One more look from her eyes
One more look from her eyes
One more look from her eyes
One more look from her eyes
One more look from her eyes
One more look
Can you paint her back to life?"