كلمات Good Weather

Oh I don't know where I'm going to Oh the veins in my arms are like a road map. I'm going to cry until the world changes, changes. I can't feel the rain if it rains on the window pane, window pane. I can feel the hail banging round the pale I left outside. The world is turning, my heart is churning, Oh why why why why is nobody learning that warmth comes from burning the past, I'm holding the ashes in the sunbeam at last, forever, not never, but forever. You don't need to be clever to enjoy the good weather but it helps, it helps. I can hear the rain beating on my window pane. I can hear the hail banging round in the pale I left outside. 'Til the indians come back from decline (?) I won't stop crying. You don't need to be clever to enjoy the good weather but it helps, it helps. I can hear the rain beating on my window pane but I...