The water's turning brown as it washes away the ground
The trees having lost their leaves
Turn barren like the wind and the sea, the sea
Resting on the shore, needed time so much more
The parts and pieces of broken things
That people think are real, are real
And the weather is fine
The weather is fine
The weather is fine
The weather is fine
Cruel and empty sky have given me the time
To find some objects
That oftentimes reality obscures, obscures
With these many things feelings they will bring
Like silence, solace peaceful
Among the field of green, of green
And the weather is fine
The weather is fine
The weather is fine
The weather is fine
I should tell you something without words
I should tell you something without words
And the weather is fine
The weather is fine
The weather is fine
The weather is fine