Premier Jazz Weather
We're just a canvas painted in fragile lines of a fractured April
And its so bright that we're drowning happily
In the softest sunlight you'll ever see
This is melody
Calm and simple like our bare feet in the cool grass
Like the way we feel the ground soften beneath us
Beneath us
Days like these it seems like B.B. King is singing out my sky
And if this were the blues, I don't think you could cry
This is harmony
Delicate and sweet
Like the crushed petals of a cherry tree
This is melody
Calm and simple like parading in the tulips
Like the way we feel the ground soften beneath us
Days like these it seems like B.B. King is singing out my sky
And if this were the blues, I don't think you could cry
Days like these it seems like B.B. King is singing out my sky
And if this were the blues, I don't think you could cry
Nights like these I feel like dancing cause it's jazz weather outside
Arms up to the sky
Oh my God, to be alive
