TORI AMOS - Weatherman lyrics
rate meHe is not a weatherman,but his bride lies with the land
And she will whisper to him
“I’ll be dressing up in snow”
Cloaked in echo,it’s almost as if only nature knows
How to bring his wife to life and breathe her into form
One more look from her eyes
One more look
Can you paint her back to life?
He knows every moor and mound
Every curve of every hill
A shoulder of the mountain
Where they watched a thousand dawns
One more look from her eyes
One more look
Can you paint her back to life?
Rising,she stirs
First it blurs
A breeze that lifts lilac blossoms from the Earth
Blending its shape to a skirt with limbs that bend
He’s drawn toward her pirouette turn
Autumn’s peach black
Winter’s velvet coat
Pink tourmaline,palette of Spring
In Summer she’s wrapped in Viennese green
He is not a weatherman,but his bride lies with the land
And she will whisper to him
“I’ll be dressing up in snow”
Cloaked in echo,it’s almost as if only nature knows
How to paint his wife with every season’s tone
One more look from her eyes
One more look from her eyes
One more look from her eyes
One more look from her eyes
One more look from her eyes
One more look
Can you paint her back to life?
