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G A G A
The weather thrashed in across the top of the range
The windows were rattling the wind raised the tin
Some trees clawed the roof like an axeman deranged
As the glow from the fire licked over the length of your skin
We saw distant car lights grope though the dark
The house lights thin candles in the boiling sky
The gods are at war tonight they roar and they spark
I lick dot to dot all the freckles from your foot to your thigh
BRIDGE (a chorus maybe)
G A G A
Pity the poor souls out riding this turmoil tonight
In a frenzied black ocean searching the sky for a light
While here we are watching the storm and toasting safe harbour
The trees in the yard in psychotic melee
The doors on the shed swing and strain as they scream
Night becomes crackling electrical day
As we lie in the glow and our skin glistens joined at our seams
Chorus
Fate can be gentle or fate can be hard
One person’s blown away while another is spared
Tonight while the world could be falling apart
We’re here in the warmth and I move to the beat of your heart
Chorus
The sway of your hips like a billowing sail on the sea
Perched up here, the city’s just a lazy idea
Where The weather’s just a map of a scientist’s dream
Bathed in the light of an engineers dream
Weather is just another map
Everyone’s cosy and
It’s words a rusty gate just creaks in the gale
I could still listen to you talking all night
But we’ve no need for talking now plunging the depths with the whales
bob's songs 