Pocketbooks - Five Day Forecast lyrics

We step along a terrace where the incline leaves us out of breath and dizzied by the climb The painted doors and sandstone grey and faded by the smoke and soot of industries gone by The windows are frozen, the furniture is worn, threadbare We'll learn to love it if we stay here The key's a little rusty and the pictures need replacing but the views are out of sight Look west and there's the harbour if you squint beyond the pylons and the supermarket signs The streets are a mystery, the neighbourhood's my next best friend We'll learn to love it if we stay here Step into sunshine Or crash against the turning tide? The jury's out, in two minds Just hoping for a five day forecast to describe Are we catching a tailwind Or overwhelmed or just capsized? We'll brace ourselves, close our eyes Just clinging to a sense of what our five day forecast might provide The streets are a mystery, the neighbourhood's my next best friend We'll learn to love it if we stay here The windows are frozen, the furniture is worn, threadbare We'll learn to love it if we stay here I could learn to love the climb back home, at least it keeps me fit I could learn to love the single glazing in such a quiet street I could learn to love the curtain-twitching neighbours opposite And hopefully I'll feel this way within the working week Step into sunshine Or crash against the turning tide? The jury's out, in two minds Just hoping for a five day forecast to describe Are we catching a tailwind Or overwhelmed or just capsized? We'll brace ourselves, close our eyes Just clinging to a sense of what our five day forecast might provide