B E B E R E

LIKE THE WEATHER

the color of the sky as far as I can see is coal gray
lift my head from the pillow and then fall again
with a shiver in my bones just thinking about the weather
a quiver in my lips as if I might cry

well by the force of will my lungs are filled and so I breathe
lately it seems this big bed is where I never leave
shiver in my bones just thinking about the weather
quiver in my voice as I cry

what a cold and rainy day
where on earth is the sun hid away?

I hear the sound of a noon bell chime, I'm far behind
you've put in 'bout half a day while here I lie
with a shiver in my bones just thinking about the weather
a quiver in my lip as if I might cry

what a cold and rainy day
where on earth is the sun hid away?

-Natalie Merchant / Christian Burial Music © 1987