A breeze
blows through your window,
I feel a touch of weather on my skin
Laying here beside you,
I can't see how what we've done can be a sin
Later I'll be home to tuck the blankets tight around my
youngest kid
Than watch a little TV with my arm around my wife
and hope she never finds out what we did
(Chorus)
There's a storm inside, there's a storm inside
I'm torn two ways and I can't decide
A hail of passion or a steady tide
There's no escaping when you're torn by a storm
inside
Before the night is over
I'll hold her close enough to feel her sigh
I know if she stopped loving me
the way she will tonight that I could die
But later on this week I'll be longing for the taste of
you again
As a breeze blows through your window,
and I feel a touch of weather on my skin
(Repeat chorus)
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Touch of Weather
Copyright © 2003
Michael L. Sussman
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