Atmosphere (Live)

She told me of a place where Nowhere exists
in the taiga tundra wilderness,
where day never ends, and snow kisses the cliffs,
in a town where the fish leave the sea.

She gave me a postcard, a pen, and a plan
to trace the ineffable edge of the land.
I could capture so little with my amateur hand,
but the looking helped me see.

You are the atmosphere — you vivify
with your sunlight curls and your prismatic mind.
You are the atmosphere, and in your weathered smile I find
the wisdom to love the rain.

We were waxing poetic as the moonlight waned,
drawing pictures in stars on that storybook page.
I waited for the curtain to fall on the stage
to the roaring applause of the sea.

That day I learned what to aspire to be
from a woman with eyes of sky blue marine,
who wonders and wanders and yearns to be free
and sees the ebbs and flows of me.

You are the atmosphere — you vivify
with your sunlight curls and your prismatic mind.
You are the atmosphere, and in your weathered smile I find
the wisdom to love the rain.

You are the atmosphere — you electrify
my thunderous heart and my ever misty eyes.
You are the atmosphere, and in your weathered smile I find
the wisdom to love the rain.

You are the atmosphere — you vivify
with your sunlight curls and your prismatic mind.
You are the atmosphere, and in your weathered smile I find
the wisdom to love the rain.

Even if that twilight was our last scene,
I won't forget that sunset in a town where the fish leave the sea.