Weather for Two (Version 2)

Verse

Radio checks the forecast one more time

Four AM and we're still on the line

Every station's static where our names once spun

Now we're chasing weather to break through like the sun

Pre-Chorus

So what do we say when every map says stop

Hold your hand up, let the rain turn to gold

We've got a compass and it's breaking apart

Steer into something nobody can chart

Chorus

Weather for two, stormy then clear

Weather for two, no more hiding here

Every forecast says we're not made of stone

Turns out we're built from every thunderstorm we're known

Verse 2

Streetlights blink like Morse code on the ground

I used to think forever had an end date down

Now I just need a map that draws its own path

Something that moves because you still move after all

Pre-Chorus

So what do we say when every map says stop

Hold your hand up, let the rain turn to gold

We've got a compass and it's breaking apart

Steer into something nobody can chart

Chorus

Weather for two, stormy then clear

Weather for two, no more hiding here

Every forecast says we're not made of stone

Turns out we're built from every thunderstorm we're known

Bridge

Maybe maps lie and maybe hearts don't bend

We used to need the roads that never bend

Now I drive by memory, just you on the dash

No map can tell us this — but my hands still know the rash

Chorus

Weather for two, stormy then clear

Weather for two, no more hiding here

Every forecast says we're not made of stone

Turns out we're built from every thunderstorm we're known