Losing myself in the pull of the tide
As the current rips on by
I piece together my life on the page of a book
Cause you know me and I know you
And I would not mind sharing towels
The sun never felt this good
We walk home, turn on the tube
There's nothing to watch but the news
Meteorology
Tim's hands
They show us the weather
Tim's hands
They show us the weather
Tim's hands
Recommend you wear a sweater
Tim's hands
They point to the pressure
Tim's hands
They show us the weather
Tim's hands
They show us the weather
Tim's hands