Forecast

 

It's only a forecast baby,

You really shouldn't let it get you down,

It's broadcast in the language of worry,

Don't wait for your fortune to come around.

I don't know where the gramophone is going,

I bought it on a whim to impress your friends,

I'd do something for the right reasons if it mattered,

But every trend will be replaced by another trend.

And you,

And you,

And you,

Are coming through in waves.

 

This feeling is feeling a little familiar,

But now that we're living we may as well start,

This is why I keep a chair by my window,

It seems like a waste to live apart.

 

It's been six months since I've seen you,

You're an adventure and I like to explore,

When you tell me all about your childhood,

I want to smash your easel on the floor.  

 

And you,

And you,

And you,

Are coming through in waves.

And you,

And you,

And you,

Are coming through in waves.