The Weather Lyrics
The Weather - Pond
He sold out both his eyes
Yet sees her face
Her thighs in lace
Oh why such waste
Ghosts are only negative space
Ancestors no blood
No place no mark
Just voices in the dark
The floor is covered in champagne
The leather and the blood
And all the sudden rain
Man you should've seen those cops baptise
The worst case scenario survival game
He sold out both his eyes
Yet sees her face
Her thighs in lace
Oh why such waste
The floor is covered in champagne
The leather and the blood
And all the sudden rain
And man
You should've seen those cops' baptise
The worst case scenario survival game