Because the flower froze when the dead criminal rose,
Nobody recognises every sky, but any dead dog knows…
Never trust a weather girl,
She grins when she warns you,
Never trust a weather girl.
Everything grey was silver,
Everyone wise was blind,
Heaven itself was falling into her eyes.
Because the wolf was howling,
Because the moon was on the rise,
Because the sun was fading,
Because the storm was in her eyes.
She’s a wicked cloud; the devil prays for her,
She tastes like cinnamon rain, and she reeks of myrrh.
Never kiss a weather girl,
She grins when she warns you,
Never kiss a weather girl.
Everything grey was silver,
Everyone wise was blind,
Heaven itself was falling into her eyes.
Because the wolf was howling,
Because the moon was on the rise,
Because the sun was fading,
Because the storm was in her eyes,
Because the wolf was howling,
Because the moon was on the rise,
Because the sun was fading,
Because the storm was in her eyes.
Never trust a weather girl,
She laughs when she kills you,
Never kiss a weather girl.
Everything grey was silver,
Everyone wise was blind,
Heaven itself was falling into her eyes.
Because the wolf was howling,
Because the moon was on the rise,
Because the sun was fading,
Because the storm was in her eyes,
Because the wolf was howling,
Because the moon was on the rise,
Because the sun was vanishing,
Because the fire was in her eyes,
Because the fire was in her eyes,
Because the fire was in her eyes,
Because the fire was in her eyes,
Because the fire was in her eyes, in her eyes.
