The day I saw you the skies turned blue

Tuesday mornings I go to the sea
There is a place where I love to be
I hope you will be there
And I will be there, too

Now I know just what to do
To make this story continue
I will try to act my best with you
So I can see you on Wednesday, too

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 the sun, and the rain
All at once down the sink

I don't think much about you, anymore

(Oh no)
Oh, lately it's so quiet, in this place.
You're not 'round every corner.
(Oh no)
Oh, lately it's so quiet in this place.
So darling, if you're not here haunting me,

I'm wondering whose house are you haunting tonight?
Whose sheets you twist,
Whose face you kiss?
Whose house are you haunting tonight?

hello, world.

God would like to own your autograph
The angels fight over your photograph
Put your record on the phonograph
Look at your position on the map