Lyrics Weatherman - Tori Amos

Weatherman

He is not a weatherman, but his bride lies with the land
And she will whisper to him, «I'll be dressing up in snow»
Cloaked in echo it’s almost as if only Nature knows
How to bring his wife to life and breathe her into form
«One more look
From her eyes
One more look
Can you paint her back to life?»
He knows every moor and mound, every curve of every hill
A shoulder of the mountain where they watched a thousand dawns
«One more look
From her eyes
One more look
Can you paint her back to life?»
Rising, she stirs, first it blurs a breeze that lifts
Lilac blossoms from the earth
Blending its shape to a skirt
With limbs that bend
He’s drawn toward her pirouette turn
Autumn’s peach black, winter’s velvet coat
Pink tourmaline, palette of spring
In summer she’s wrapped in Viennese green
He is not a weatherman, but his bride lies with the land
And she will whisper to him, «I'll be dressing up in snow»
Cloaked in echo it’s almost as if only Nature knows
How to paint his wife to life with every season’s tone
«One more look
From her eyes
One more look
From her eyes
One more look
From her eyes
One more look
From her eyes
One more look
From her eyes
One more look
Can you paint her back to life?»