Track 2 of the EP Nine Time Zones Away · 2011
The Weather in Your Handwriting
“I loved the idea of a letter that arrives half-dissolved. The chorus lifts a step higher than you expect, and that became a habit.”
operatic pop · crossover · piano pop · 3:46
Lyrics
Your letters came in April rain The ink had run in blue A little cloud across the page Where something wanted through You wrote of fog on harbour stones Of wind that shook the door I read it by my window And I felt the weather pour Every line a sky Every word a tide Oh, the weather in your handwriting Storm and sunlight on the page Loops of gold and slanting thunder Turning every empty day I can read you like the barometer Rising, falling, near and far Oh, the weather in your handwriting Tells me exactly where you are In June your hand was wide and bright The letters danced like wheat You said the garden finally bloomed And summer smelled so sweet In winter, short and pressed and cold A frost on every stroke But underneath the ice I found The warmth of what you spoke Every line a sky Every word a tide Oh, the weather in your handwriting Storm and sunlight on the page Loops of gold and slanting thunder Turning every empty day I can read you like the barometer Rising, falling, near and far Oh, the weather in your handwriting Tells me exactly where you are And if the post should stop one day And all the pages cease I'll hold the last one to the light And find the whole of peace For I have learned the climate Of your heart's unspoken sea And every cloud you ever wrote Still rains on only me Oh, the weather in your handwriting Storm and sunlight on the page Loops of gold and slanting thunder Turning every empty day I can read you like the barometer Rising, falling, near and far Oh, the weather in your handwriting Tells me exactly where you are Tells me exactly where you are