Weathervane Lyrics

Never heard a tornado siren

But I've drawn twisters on foggy windowpanes

And whenever the wind picks up

I dig my feet into the ground and say that I'm not afraid

Of being swept away

Oh, what pretty lies these lips can say

Thunderous cries, that voice from the sky

Call it fiction, call it fate, but when I make a mistake

Can I claim it as my own?

Is there anything that I can call my own?

What can these hands ever really hold?

You say you love me and I know, I know

But it's hard with my heart still at home

And your words are trembling air when I wish they'd pile up like snow

Cause they say a fickle mind forgets

When people are put under stress

And when the wind picks up again

I want to know that you'll still love me then

Never dipped a toe in the ocean

But in my dreams I've walked across her floor

I've thrown stones on open water

And I've traced tidal waves inside of my car door

Planet dressed in blue

She asks, "who are you praying to?"

Call it fiction, call it hope

Tell me out here in my boat

Is there somewhere I can go with something I can call my own?

What can these hands ever really hold?

You say you love me and I know, I know

But it's hard to be so far from home

Wish your words would melt into the sea you left me in to float

Cause they say a fickle mind forgets

And love becomes a blurry silhouette

So when the waves pick up again

I want to know that you'll still love me

Never heard a tornado siren

But I've been understood by drops of falling rain

We can feel when the storms pick up but

It'll take more than wind to break this seasick weathervane