Peter Mulvey The Way That I Love You
Well the leaves have gone away
And the cold is here to stay
And the wind picks up and calls my name
And the gulls they cough and die
And the buses drive on by
And they shake my room the way you do
And the way that I love you is just like the weather
And the snow begins to fall
And I lean against it all
And it snows for me I don't need me (?)
So I stand on the escape
And the sky looks at my face
And I decide I like just who, just who I am
And the way that I love you is just like the weather
