Tim's Hands

Losing myself in the pull of the tide As the current rips on by I piece together my life on the page of a book Cause you know me and I know you and I would not mind sharing towels The sun never felt this good We walk home, turn on the tube There's nothing to watch but the news Meteorology Tim's hands They show us the weather Tim's hands They show us the weather Tim's hands Recommend you wear a sweater Tim's hands They point to the pressure Tim's hands They show us the weather Tim's hands They show us the weather Tim's hands