i don't understand the weathernit's hard and steadyndelicate like a featherna falling mist on higher groundnand a downpour of electric soundnnmy shoulders shake as my eyes recreatena crushing rain sure to fall downnthe weather closes in so that i might drownnnand we all made our way to the microphonesnand they all made their way to the officesnthere's no difference between that and thisnnthe airplanes are flying overheadnday and night, you can hear them from the porchnor the bednso loud i can't hear you saying please stay home.nnfollow the dream till the dream is deadnspites sparks from those who do notnyou're a dreamer, you're a dreamernstop your sleeping in the winterncome and freeze with us here in the iceboxnnand i made my way to the concert hallsnyou still haven't found your way outni won't starve, i won't starveni'm not hungry at allnwith these notes and words in my mouthnnfinders keepers, i can't give up on thisnthe drummer is dead but it wasn't the music that killed himnand i made my way to that humid stagenweeping for beauty i was a little bit latennit was all i wanted from the rest of my lifenno dancing, no need tonand sunsets are sunsets nthey mean nothing to meni love what i love, i could hear it approaching menor maybe it was leavingn