Proclivity

Well I need a forecast
To tell me this storm will end
Yeah someday the clouds will move
And the sun will stand shinin'
And you're the only thing that makes me want to wake in the mornin'
I left this flower on your steps
Doubt you need this luck from me
Yeah it's freezin', witherin'
Doubt you need this shit from me
The more I understand
Well the less I seem to know
It's my heart that my head
Can't seem to overthrow
And as time passes on
I still can't seem to let you go

I spoke to God the other day
Asked him for an angel
Thought you were sent for me
It's funny how you can never tell



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Charczuk
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link