(If The) Weatherman Says

When I watch the TV
Anyone can believe me
If the Weatherman says
"It's a clear blue sky tomorrow"
And If I stay
In the little blank canvas
I'd want to paint the colors all over the room
Id wanna paint the showers in my mind in blue

I wish that I could see the clouds
But I've seen more than I'm allowed to see
I'm seeing you in more than one shade
Confusing colors cloud my brain
The rain left puddles on broken streets
The figurative language of a dream I once lived
To tell the story of the weatherman's gig

Oh, Weatherman, predict the weather that falls on the land
Turn us into something bigger than a petty rock band
From the white capped mountain tops
You're the one who really rocks it

Oh, Weatherman
You never abandon me

Oh, Weatherman, thanks for finishing my golden canvas
I don't have to do my job in painting, landscaping and making the sun in love



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Writer(s): Dreams Of A Studio
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