Forecasting 歌词

Fog keeps to this city Like shame down on your sundays How quickly you forget that it exists Takes remnders that your best is always intercepted By the skeptics to keep you where you are Nowhere In a loft above the station Where the window wastes your patience Away from all affection Losing faith in a connection You keep to his body Like rain down on your sundays How quickly he forgets that you exist And he never comes alive Quite the way you'd like It keeps you where you are And no one asks you down And no one takes you out Just waste all of your patience In a loft above the station Come down for me