The Weather Station

Wear
I tried to wear the world like some kinda garment I reach my fingers down inside of all the clinging pockets In fabric, stained and torn and scratched, pulling at the seams I wandered out onto the streets like that, dressed so gracelessly It does not matter to the world if I embody it It could not matter less that I wanted to be a part of it Still I fumble with my hands and tongue, to open and to part it I tried to wear the world like some kinda jacket It does not keep me warm, I cannot еver seem to fasten it Bodies nеver want not to move, they wanted all of it to be hidden To be touched, to be known, to be undressed, to be clothed Why can't I be the body graceful in the cloth of it? Why can't you want me for the way I cannot handle it? Am I ever understood? Am I hidden by this hood? I tried to wear each word that you had ever said to me If I'm as careless as it turns out you have been with me I still reach out to hold everything that I'm told I still reach out to hold everything that I'm told I still reach out to hold, to touch until we fold I still reach out to hold, I still reach out to hold Aus Songtexte Mania