A Weather - Hanging Towers Of Baltimore lyrics

rate me

try locking the doors

when there's no need to

try turning off the lights

when you leave the room

try opening a window

when you close a door

try leaving your clothes

on my bedroom floor

say "walking away" instead of "leaving"

say "nothing much has changed now that the locks are,"

and now,

nothing will blur,

nothing goes blunt

because of how sharp you were

we broke all our beaks,

broke all our noses

on all the mirrors; i'm

flapping my wings,

flapping my arms

like i'm putting out a fire

and i

watch the way

the rain

gets pushed around

into shapes

by the curve

of the wiper blades;

how

the fields

are grey

when they're far away, and

are green

by the road

try standing all day

on the highest branches

try crossing your eyes

to see the hidden picture

i'm gonna see what you meant

when you said "i love you best"

i'm gonna shake all the trees

to make it snow once again

i'm gonna see it dissolve

into the pavement

how cold do you have to be

before it sticks to your

chest?

it's nice how things break,

so you can fix them

and feel really good

about fixing them;

it's nice how things end,

so you can feel good

about starting them

all over again;

it's nice how things break,

so you can fix them

and feel really good

about fixing them;

it's nice how things end,

so you can feel good

about starting them

all over again;

it's nice how things break,

so you can fix them

and feel really good

about fixing them;

it's nice how things end,

so you can feel good

about starting them

all over again;

it's nice how things break,

so you can fix them

and feel really good

(and i

watch the way

the rain

gets pushed around

into shapes

by the curve

of the wiper blades;

how

the fields

are grey

when they're far away, and

are green

by the road)

it's

nice

how

things

break, so

you can

try

not the breathe

so hard

there's glass between me

and you,

and now,

it's fogging up

i

can't see

the way

you're missing me,

what

it does

to your eyes

it's

nice

how

things

end, so

you can

trace

what you want

to say

on the condensation

some words,

a line

from your favourite song;

but write

it backwards, cos i'm

on the other side, and i

see the mirror

image

i

watch the way

the rain

gets pushed around

into shapes

by the curve

of the wiper blades

how

the fields

are grey

when they're far away

and

are green

by the road