The Forecast (Calls For Pain)

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 if them rains should fall for sure with you 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
because crazy is the forecast all week long
Crazy is the forecast