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

I can see your cells grow

Hold still a while

Don't spill the wine

I can see it all from here

I can see, I can see

Weather systems of the world

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, I can see

Weather systems of the world