Patrick Wolf This Weather lyrics

The storm blows around this harbor 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