This Weather Lyrics - Patrick Wolf

The storm blows around 

This harbour town 

I listen to its wind as a choir 

The shipping forecast 

Is crackling 

Like wet wood upon a fire 

And time slows and slips away 

The tourists come around in May 

'Till August when the clouds roll in 

The pier cracks, the awnings fade 

The Ferris wheel spins slowly in the rain, 

The day is gone. 

Under this weather 

Under this weather 

Such shadows are blossoming 

Out at sea 

I am not going to set myself free here 

I am following some dark fortune 

Some circle in me 

Hold back the wind 

Hold back the rain 

I want to live 

To see good weather 

Hold back the years 

Hold back the hours 

I want to live 

To see the sun break through 

These days 

Under this weather 

Under this weather 

Such shadows are blossoming 

In me