Lonely - The Weather Station

Composed by：Tamara Lindeman

Produced by：Tamara Lindeman/Marcus Paquin

Could it be that all these

Strange feelings

All this physical pain

This wincing at your name was only

A sign of being lonely?

Could it be that it was so hard?

In a city filled with people

Passing through the eye of the needle

Passing by so close on the street

I know you felt the weight of it

Just as hard as I did that's why I loved you so much

I understood the coldness in your touch

And why you had to go down to the lake

For hours every day

To see the swallows fly up from the waves

I understood you that way

To be lonely when everybody else says they're not

Lonely when everybody else says they've got somebody

It's only you that's marked like me

This smudge I can't wash off

This habitual mistrust of you

The thought I can't get near to

The place I always disappear to

Something so big I couldn't see it till it was gone

Laying there with him something stitched in was undone

And I knew what it was not to be lonely

It don't fix everything but I felt so changed

I could just look at the sky again

Blue and plain

New but still the same

I should have gone down

To the Southern Cross any night of the week

There it was just a building at the end of a street

To see Felicity sing or Robin play

Sitting at the back of the bar your hand on my arm

A simple recipe this medicine really

That can let anything in

That I carried with me all this shame and darkness within

Like it don't matter we all just sat there just letting it in

The song's being sung

And Thom played some dissonant run

That reminds me somehow

Of that same knot that's come undone

Like some old wive's tale

Nobody tells you about

Just this thing that usually works

Somehow