Tori Amos

Weatherman Lyrics Tori Amos

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Tori Amos - Weatherman Songtext

He is not a weatherman
But his bride lies with the land
And she will whisper to him
I'll be dressing up in snow
Cloaked in echo, it's almost
As if only Nature knows
How to bring his wife to life
And breathe her into form
"One more look
From her eyes
One more look
Can you paint her back to life?"
He knows every moor and mound
Every curve of every hill
A shoulder of the mountain
Where they watched a thousand dawns
"One more look
From her eyes
One more look
Can you paint her back to life?"
Rising, she stirs
First it blurs
A breeze that lifts
Lilac blossoms from the earth
Blending its shape
To a skirt
With limbs that bend
He's drawn toward her pirouette turn
Autumn's peach black
Winter's velvet coat
Pink Tourmaline
Palette of Spring
In Summer she's wrapped in
Viennese green
He is not a weatherman
But his bride lies with the land
And she will whisper to him
I'll be dressing up in snow
Cloaked in echo, it's almost
As if only Nature knows
How to paint his wife to life
With every season's tone
"One more look
From her eyes
One more look
From her eyes
One more look
From her eyes
One more look
From her eyes
One more look
From her eyes
One more look
Can you paint her back to life?"
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