The Weather As Your Common Ground Songtext

...And it's the silence between the trappings of being caught without prepared conversation, and with universally recognised empathy we can all get on. The temperature is the interest here and why wouldn't it be?
My heart's not in it you know.

It's not that I'm not trying.

Can you tell I've got glazed eyes? The tension holds the air together forcing submission because of persistence. The weather as your common ground. I'd imagine you're the same making light of my feeble attempt to go.

It's not that I'm not trying. Maybe I didn't try hard enough. The surroundings still look the same, and I'm sorry if my attention span is limited.

Between you and I, for a moment we are connected by a shared situation, and it's not for lack of variation on describing heat, that I find myself to blame, for breaking the ice this way. I should've stopped it all.