Cursive - Harold Weathervein Lyrics
Harold walks down any street of this townBoth crier & witness the sun drops clouds shiftHis legs twitchThe clocks chime on cafes, pharmacies, and dime stores, in bar rooms he stils all alone erupting.Inhisbeaditsliketheweatherback&forthitsliketheweatherWhen it rains it pours downWeatherman, do you feel?Is it stormy inside of your veins?