Five Day Forecast Lyrics & Chords By Pocketbooks

We step along a terrace where the incline leaves us out of breath and dizzied by the climb
The painted doors and sandstone grey and faded by the smoke and soot of industries gone by
The windows are frozen, the furniture is worn, threadbare
We’ll learn to love it if we stay here

The key’s a little rusty and the pictures need replacing but the views are out of sight
Look west and there’s the harbour if you squint beyond the pylons and the supermarket signs
The streets are a mystery, the neighbourhood’s my next best friend
We’ll learn to love it if we stay here

Step into sunshine
Or crash against the turning tide?
The jury’s out, in two minds
Just hoping for a five day forecast to describe
Are we catching a tailwind
Or overwhelmed or just capsized?
We’ll brace ourselves, close our eyes
Just clinging to a sense of what our five day forecast might provide

The streets are a mystery, the neighbourhood’s my next best friend
We’ll learn to love it if we stay here
The windows are frozen, the furniture is worn, threadbare
We’ll learn to love it if we stay here

I could learn to love the climb back home, at least it keeps me fit
I could learn to love the single glazing in such a quiet street
I could learn to love the curtain-twitching neighbours opposite
And hopefully I’ll feel this way within the working week

Step into sunshine
Or crash against the turning tide?
The jury’s out, in two minds
Just hoping for a five day forecast to describe
Are we catching a tailwind
Or overwhelmed or just capsized?
We’ll brace ourselves, close our eyes
Just clinging to a sense of what our five day forecast might provide