baby how’s the weather,
a feather-weighted day dream,
delicate as it may seem, this is my reality,
watching as you fall to me,
fall for you, you’re all i see,
causing you to look so free,
gosh, we’re running happily,
baby how’s the weather, i-
never would of guessed that, i’d-
be so loved within your eyes,
almost like you’re made of light,
with you i engage in flight,
visit you up in the skies,
in love with the way you rise,
tag along, we’re hand in hand,
finally i understand,
that the weather here is grand.