"Forecast" lyrics
Shallow
I am shallow
I am, I am, I am shallow
Oh, oh
Shallow
I am, I am, I am shallow
I am shallow
I am, I am, I am shallow
Oh, oh
Shallow
I am, I am, I am
Fell asleep in the bathroom
In the bathroom, bathroom
On the lawn
On the porch in the backyard
In the backyard, backyard
Sit and sat in the way you should sit still
You should sit still, oh, oh
What's it for
Wash the door in the attic
In the attic, oh, oh
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
I don't know about the weather
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
I don't know about the weather
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
I don't know about the weather
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
I don't know about the weather
They asked me if I knew about the weather
All I could do was shake my head and say no
I wanted to understand them
Do I look like I know about the weather?
Did they just trick me?
Are they keeping secrets from me?
No, I don't know, I'll never know
I've only met one man who knows of it
He does much more than know
At least that's what they say to me
(Maybe I'm a child)
Do not push, do not shove, do not give me any trouble
The talk of the town is
I've looked at the sun too many times
Does it hurt when you blink or
Sting when you cry?
As a matter of fact
The words that come from them are vulgar
They don't tell me the truth, not many have
But I'll tell them the truth, I'd be honest
I deserve what he has, I deserve to know
The power he has, the praise he's received
I look onto them and ask, "Why?"
Let me harvest your righteousness
We must come together, bring food, bring drink
Topple before me onto the gravel
For I am your savior
Thomas of Santa Monica
I am shallow
I am, I am, I am shallow
Oh, oh
Shallow
I am, I am, I am shallow
I am shallow
I am, I am, I am shallow
Oh, oh
Shallow
I am, I am, I am
Fell asleep in the bathroom
In the bathroom, bathroom
On the lawn
On the porch in the backyard
In the backyard, backyard
Sit and sat in the way you should sit still
You should sit still, oh, oh
What's it for
Wash the door in the attic
In the attic, oh, oh
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
I don't know about the weather
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
I don't know about the weather
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
I don't know about the weather
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
I don't know about the weather
They asked me if I knew about the weather
All I could do was shake my head and say no
I wanted to understand them
Do I look like I know about the weather?
Did they just trick me?
Are they keeping secrets from me?
No, I don't know, I'll never know
I've only met one man who knows of it
He does much more than know
At least that's what they say to me
(Maybe I'm a child)
Do not push, do not shove, do not give me any trouble
The talk of the town is
I've looked at the sun too many times
Does it hurt when you blink or
Sting when you cry?
As a matter of fact
The words that come from them are vulgar
They don't tell me the truth, not many have
But I'll tell them the truth, I'd be honest
I deserve what he has, I deserve to know
The power he has, the praise he's received
I look onto them and ask, "Why?"
Let me harvest your righteousness
We must come together, bring food, bring drink
Topple before me onto the gravel
For I am your savior
Thomas of Santa Monica
