Cursive - Harold Weathervein

Harold walks down
Any street of this town
Both crier and witness
The sun drops
Clouds shift
His legs twitch
The clocks chime
On cafes, pharmacies, and dime stores
In bar rooms he sits all alone
Erupting

In his head it's like the weather
In his head it's like the weather
In his head it's like the weather
Oh, oh, oh
Back and forth it's like the weather
Back and forth it's like the weather
Back and forth it's like the weather
When it rains it pours down

Weatherman, do you feel?
Do you feel?
Is it stormy inside of your veins?
Weatherman, do you feel?
Is it stormy inside of your veins?

Written by:
Clint Frederick Schnase, Gretta Mindy Cohn, Matthew Ryan Maginn, Ted James Stevens, Tim Kasher

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