Testo di God The Meteorologist (Sister V)

Anticipating you to call Say, what's going wrong? How is the weather? What's got into mother? Meteorologist God Gives us grace and lucky stars To bet upon Drinking together, missing our brother Maybe both the bad and good die young Sleeping ocean still as glass Let your mind relax What makes the world turn? Why did he leave her? It's economical as People long for what they lack 'Til their hearts bleed black Affection deferred is not always returned Be careful who you let yourself love back