Harold Weathervein Lyrics - The Ugly Organ - Cursive
Harold walks down any street of this town
Both crier & witness the sun drops clouds shift
His legs twitch
The clocks chime on cafes, pharmacies, and dime stores, in bar rooms he stils all alone erupting.
Inhisbeaditsliketheweatherback&forthitsliketheweather
When it rains it pours down
Weatherman, do you feel?
Is it stormy inside of your veins?
Writer: Kasher, Tim , Maginn, Matthew Ryan , Schnase, Clint Frederick , Stevens, Ted James, Cohn, Gretta Mindy
Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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