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
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