Cursive "Harold Weathervein" |
Harold walks down any street of this town both crier and witness the sun drops the clouds shift his legs twitch the clocks chime on the cafes, pharmacies, and dime stores, in bar rooms he sits still all alone erupting in his head it's like the weather back and forth hits like the weather when it rains it pours down weatherman, do you feel? is it stormy inside of your veins? Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |