Perfect Weather - Stairwell

The chariot broke down again

Stirring the reigns we can’t control

Since the storm is everywhere

When it stops we’ll never know

Mr. treasurer did we lose that much

I guess we lost all that fire

Didn’t look that much inspired

I’m always dreaming of perfect weather

Where the harmonies can dance forever

To the touch to the sound, we’ll sing it louder

The other half of all our dreams

Covered by curtains somewhere

Our hopes are on this road we chose

Where it rains and it’s always cold

Mr. driver steady as she goes

Stay awake for sixteen hours

Where conversation can turn sour

I’m always dreaming of perfect weather

Where the harmonies can dance forever

To the touch to the sound, we’ll sing it louder

The crickets outside have never been louder before

With cold staring eyes that pick a side

Paid five bucks at the door

It’s easy to just cry out for more

We might as well just wake up the town

And tear the rug off this floor

I’m always dreaming of perfect weather

Where the harmonies can dance forever

To the touch to the sound, we’ll sing it louder