Cold snow slid down my back
Hot rays of the sun burn my face
Last you were my winter coat
Now you're just my Ray Ban shades
I have to tear you up, all apart
In two, or three
In a t-shirt, a coat, or shades
You have to guard me
From the fluctuating weather
For my soul's a hot noon, or many rainy days
If only you could be my skin
No need for t-shirts, coats or shades
Weather is like an infatuation
Like my soul, it's just a phase