Lyrics Floodplain - The Weather Station

Floodplain

All spring I was driving
Every river swollen with rain, every stream a torrent
Over the highway bridges that run high across the plains, flooded
«Half of the Maritimes,» they say, «is running this way.»
I don’t expect your love to be like mine
I trust you to know your own mind.
As I know mine
Could it really be so effortless
All in my sight, many hillsides —
Green and black and distant, and rivers serpentine, glinting
I know there’s so much it just can’t mean — you and me
Still caught up in heartache and grief
Yet to come, yet to cease
I feel like I’m seeing double, all joy and all trouble
My friends say, «be careful,» or «be gracious,» «glad,» or «thoughtful»;
«don't move too fast»;
«don't let it pass you by.»
But I don’t expect your love to be like mine
I trust you to know your own mind.
As I know mine