Weather Vane

How can we believe in the hollow shells of our bodies?
What can I conceive? For moments of joy are oddities
To my numbed spirit, from self-deprecation

This fear and pain tethered to the lines of my minds decree
I'm a weather vane weathered off-kiltered by some high degrees
Burning any clear, sense of translation

But the banks of your memory somehow swallow me
Your eyes and your music fill a hollow me, a hollow me

And maybe, things are looking up and I'm not
Used to, deserving all this love and am I
Crazy, for hesitating to run to your arms?
But lady, how can you see through me my life is so
Hazy, and tell me now if you think that I'm
Crazy, just sitting here waiting for you to walk away

And the good things I muttered are hidden in my storms of doubt
Yet you leave me uncovered. You shake my thoughts and I inside out
It lessens weight, of precipitation

But the banks of your memory, somehow swallow me
Your eyes and your music fill a hollow me, a hollow me

And maybe, things are looking up and I'm not
Used to, deserving all this love and am I
Crazy, for hesitating to run to your arms?
But lady, how can you see through me my life is so
Hazy, and tell me now if you think that I'm
Crazy, just sitting here waiting for you to walk away

Rain hissing gutters, how rain it flees
The grey it mutters, and how it sees
A man plagued by circumstance
Restlessness won't let him take a chance
Oh how can I see? can this rain cleanse and be
Be a new salvation? Be a new salvation?
If you are my grace, and you my sensation
If you help me embrace, my tears rained creation...
Do I love you? Do I love you? Do I love you? Do I love you?

I love you?! I love you?! I love you?! I love you!?
And maybe, things are looking up and I'm not
Used to, deserving all this love and am I
Crazy, to think you have saved me...

I'm a weather vane weathered