Strange weather

Will you take me across the Channel,
London Bridge is falling down.
Strange a woman tries to save her
more than a man will try to drown
And it's the rain that they predicted
Its the forecast every time.
The rose has died because you picked it
And I believe that brandy's mine.

And all over the world
Strangers
Talk only about the weather.
All over the world
It's the same
It's the same
It's the same.

The world is getting flatter,
The sky is falling all around.
And nothing is the matter
For I never cry in town.
And a love like ours, my dear,

Is best measured when its down.
And I never buy umbrellas,
For there's always one around.

And all over the world Strangers Talk only about the weather. All over the world It's the same
It's the same
It's the same.

And you know that its beginning,
And you know that its the end
When once again we are strangers
And the fog comes rolling in.

And all over the world
Strangers
Talk only about the weather.
All over the world
It's the same
It's the same
It's the same.

by Tom Waits (for Marianne Faithful)