Mercury rising, What's to blame? The atmosphere, the things I trust Columns kilometers high Pressing down upon our trust Northern front is moving fast Pressing down the earth and us The air it seemed was feather light And slight of hand its blinding us Columns kilometers high Pressing down upon our trust Would you stay or would you go Barometers, Barometers And now's the time, to gather stones Barometers, Barometers I didn't mean the words I sowed Barometers, Barometers Forecast weather Situations None in front is moving fast Heavy columns miles deep High and low marked on a map Magnified by several stations in locations marked on a map Who is there, my time of need? just several stations marked on a map Would you stay or would you go Barometers, Barometers Now's the time to gather stones Barometers, Barometers I didn't mean the words I sowed Barometers, Barometers Pressure systems, north and south We are the front, and no one else We are a vacuum, you and I We are collapsing on ourselves Pressure systems, north and south We are the front, and no one else We're a vacuum, you and I We are collapsing on... Would you stay or would you go Barometers, Barometers Now's the time to gather stones Barometers, Barometers I didn't mean the words I sowed