The Weather

When we talk it’s always about the weather
Just failed attempts at any real conversation
He says pretty day
I say nice bird
And we all just play like this is the one
We all just play like this is the big one
We promised the day we all die
We will get laid
Spend our last moments naked
How we all began
In the middle of creating
And when those big buildings crumble
And when those church bells ring
We will be singing
About the weather
About the birds
And about the ways our bodies
Mixed
And we won’t just be talking anymore