Strange Weather - Anna Calvi, David Byrne

She’ll take you back, don’t make believe

You wanna think it through

I’ve loved before, I’ll love again

I know that yours was true

Wake up slowly, there are blue skies

Cutting white lines in black matter

I see them shining through your drunken eyes

Carving silver is strange weather

I’ll meet a man, we’ll make a home

And travel to the deep

Of further lines with hidden dreams

The broken hearted keep

Wake up slowly, there are blue skies

Cutting white lines in black matter

I see them shining through your drunken eyes

Carving silver is strange weather

She’ll take you back, don’t make believe

You wanna think it through

I’ve loved before, I’ll love again

I know that yours was true

Wake up slowly, there are blue skies

Cutting white lines in black matter

I see them shining through your drunken eyes

They only want me in strange weather

In a small room, on a naked floor

With the blinded heart of black matter

I could hear you through the front door

Carving silver is strange weather

She’ll take you back, don’t make believe

You wanna think it through

I’ve loved before, I’ll love again

I know that yours was true