inhale the clouds and pierce the sky
let it bleed grey, no more sunshine
wash my sins away with the rain
please feel the weatherman's pain
because the sky is always grey in my head
does that means it dead?
and we would sit there in the rain
feel the weatherman's pain
and if the sun breaks through we'll go inside
and wait patiently for another time
we can sit and feel the rain
please feel the weatherman's pain
and if i'm trapped then i'll slowly break the ceiling
just so we can both feel that feeling
don't need therapy i need rain
feel the weatherman's pain
oh the sky doesn't matter when you're not around
feels like i'm in the sky looking up at the ground
i beg the weatherman to turn my luck around
i see the lightning but the thunder doesn't make a sound
the sky doesn't matter when you're not around
i'm upside down, i'm upside down
hold a gun to the weatherman's head
looked him in the eyes and this is what i said
my baby likes her skies gray
and i will be damned it if i don't get my way
i guess you can guess sunday ain't our day
let me elaborate on the subject if i may
dear weatherman, i i i i can feel your pain
people hate it when you can't predict their day
but i ain't asking you to predict a damn thing
i'm forcing you to make the sky change
and as the morning comes
we can watch the grey clouds roll in
it's like the sun was stolen
there isn't any greed when nothing's golden
and if the sun breaks through we'll go inside
and wait patiently for another time
we can sit and feel the rain
please feel the weatherman's pain
and if i'm trapped then i'll slowly break the ceiling
just so we can both feel that feeling
don't need therapy i need rain
feel the weatherman's pain