Weather Systems

Quiet Quiet down she said Speaking to the back of his head On the edge of her bed I can see your blood flow Your cells grow Hold still a while Don't spill the wine I can see it all from here I can see (x2) Weather systems of the world And every time you turn the soil Another cloud begins to boil Some things you say Are not for sale I would hold that we're All free agents Of a substance or scale Hold still a while Don't spill the wine I can see it all from here I can see (x2) Weather systems of the world