The Forecast

Well I heard that it might be raining bed sheets and lovers words
Lets throw out the hotel comforter and hang the do not disturb
Sign me up for the storm
Ill wear my suit for the shower
Cause Ill have you to keep me warm in the coldest hour
And when the darkness falls under your hair, there Ill be
And crazy is the forecast all week
Well every kiss, every hug is so light on that touch, delicate like a snowflake
Well I can taste, I can taste, I can taste, I can taste you all over my face
And everyone might find it foolish to not be counting on the sun
But your mouth is my umbrella now
Because Im holding your tongue
And when the darkness falls under your hair, there Ill be
And crazy is the forecast all week
Theres a good chance in hell
Like cats and dogs well be flying
And Im no weatherman
But you are lightning, striking
Here comes that sun
Want rain
All at once
How it sing
In the midst of the morning pull up a blanket of a cloud
And await for the warning of another come down
Because the water is healthy for the roses in your cheeks
My well holds plenty for penny wishin in your deep end
And when the lights go out, no doubt, with you Ill be
And crazy is the forecast all week
And if them rains should fall for sure with you Ill be
Ah because crazy is the forecast all week long
Crazy is the forecast