The Forecast

Well I heard that it might be raining bed sheets and lover's words Let's throw out the hotel comforter and hang the 'do not disturb' Sign me up for the storm I'll wear my suit for the shower Cause I'll have you keep me warm in the coldest hour And when the darkness falls under your hair, there I'll be And crazy is the forecast all week Well every kiss, every hug is so light on that touch, delicate like a snowflake Well I can taste, I can taste, I can taste, I can taste you all over my face And everyone might find it foolish to not be counting on the sun But your mouth is my umbrella now And I'm holding your tongue And if the rain should fall for sure With you I'll be And crazy is the forecast all week There's a good chance in hell Like cats and dogs we'll be flying And I'm no weatherman But you are lightning, striking Here comes that sun And the rain All at once How it sing In the midst of the morning pull up a blanket of a cloud And await for the warning of another come down Because the water is healthy for the roses in your cheeks My well holds plenty for penny wishin' in your deep end And when the lights go out, no doubt, with you I'll be And crazy is the forecast all week And if them rains should fall for sure with you I'll be Because crazy is the forecast all week long Crazy is the forecast