Stephen Speaks - Weather lyrics

August afternoon and the air's aflame Softly on the breeze, thought I heard your name This morning I'd have thought That it looked like rain But these clouds have ways of playing games Whether you are weather like Clouds appear and clouds roll by But if you stay within my sight Fall in love I just might Yesterday you touched me and I felt the flame But now the spark's gone out And it's cold again This morning I'd have thought That it looked like rain But you've got your ways Oh of playing games