Holy Weather

You and I Riding down Broadway Looking for some action Two scattered souls In a scattered world Your hands on the wheel And your eyes Searching for cover But one look from you And it's over One look from you And I'm over I can't sleep With this heart

I ran my hands through my hair Looked behind me, There was no one there On the road from your house Steady walk, I kept praying But I don't know What I was saying I just kept moving Towards the sunrise [Chorus:] As much as I wanna be found As much as

Cold lips, cold hands, Cold feet on the street There's no shelter from The heart's beat Faster and faster, The winds blow down from the north, Sweeping these streets Like ghosts on a march to war A march to war Outside, there's a silhouette, Changing