Lyrics

Well the blades of grass are growing
But the weeds are coming close
And the hate that is now showing
Is increasingly verbose

I was only trying to get the weather
For today

They're telling me the forecasts changing
The mercury sprouts everyday
And all the little ones complainin'
Will be born into the bay

I was only trying to get the weather for today
For today

Bless the sand and bless your brain
Not even dead things stay the same
Bless the lapis bless the white
It's closed turn out the light

I'm told the end is drowning near
And I'd like to believe that's wrong
It will get worse before it's better
We'll have to see who tags along