A Weather - Hanging Towers of Baltimore lyrics

try locking the doors when there's no need to try turning off the lights when you leave the room try opening a window when you close a door try leaving your clothes on my bedroom floor say "walking away" instead of "leaving" say "nothing much has changed now that the locks are," and now, nothing will blur, nothing goes blunt because of how sharp you were we broke all our beaks, broke all our noses on all the mirrors; i'm flapping my wings, flapping my arms like i'm putting out a fire and i watch the way the rain gets pushed around into shapes by the curve of the wiper blades; how the fields are grey when they're far away, and are green by the road try standing all day on the highest branches try crossing your eyes to see the hidden picture i'm gonna see what you meant when you said "i love you best" i'm gonna shake all the trees to make it snow once again i'm gonna see it dissolve into the pavement how cold do you have to be before it sticks to your chest? it's nice how things break, so you can fix them and feel really good about fixing them; it's nice how things end, so you can feel good about starting them all over again; it's nice how things break, so you can fix them and feel really good about fixing them; it's nice how things end, so you can feel good about starting them all over again; it's nice how things break, so you can fix them and feel really good about fixing them; it's nice how things end, so you can feel good about starting them all over again; it's nice how things break, so you can fix them and feel really good (and i watch the way the rain gets pushed around into shapes by the curve of the wiper blades; how the fields are grey when they're far away, and are green by the road) it's nice how things break, so you can try not the breathe so hard there's gla** between me and you, and now, it's fogging up i can't see the way you're missing me, what it does to your eyes it's nice how things end, so you can trace what you want to say on the condensation some words, a line from your favourite song; but write it backwards, cos i'm on the other side, and i see the mirror image i watch the way the rain gets pushed around into shapes by the curve of the wiper blades how the fields are grey when they're far away and are green by the road