Talk of the Weather - Surrogate
I hate wasting words
I'm going to get what I desevre
Even if I run as far away as I can
And I don't suspect anybody's influence in this
Except mine yours and someone else's oh
This weather seems to follow me
With every move I make
The problem I find is undeserving eyes
Seeing things they never should have seen
So I'll draw a line for me to stand behind
And show you just how much this means to me
This weather seems to follow me
With every move I make
And with every step the wind at my back
Chaining it to me