Letras:Andrew Bird. 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