Lyrics: We The Living. Heights Of The Heavens. Barometers.

One, Two, Three, Four

Mercury rising, what?s to blame?
The atmosphere, the things I trust?
Columns kilo-meters high
Pressing down the earth and us
The air it seemed, was feather light
In slight of hand it?s blinding us
Columns kilo-meters high
Pressing down, upon our trust

Oh would you stay?
Oh would you go?
Barometers, barometers
Now?s a time, to gather stones
Barometers, barometers
I didn?t mean, the words I sewed.
Barometers, barometers

Forecast weather, situations
Northern front is moving fast
Heavy columns, miles deep
High and low, marked on a map
Magnified by several stations
In locations, marked on a map
Who is there?
My time of need.
Just several stations
Marked on a map.

Oh would you stay?
Oh would you go?
Barometers, barometers
Now?s a time, to gather stones
Barometers, barometers
I didn?t mean, the words I sewed.
Barometers

Pressure systems, north and south
We?re the font to no one else
We?re vacuumed, you and I
We?re collapsin? on ourselves
Pressure systems, north and south
We?re the font to no one else
We?re vacuumed, you and I
We?re collapsin?, ahhhh

Would you stay, or would you go?
Barometers, barometers
Now?s a time, to gather stones
Barometers, barometers
Oh I didn?t mean, the words I sewed.

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(Thanks to Bri for these lyrics)