Talk of the Weather - Surrogate

Even if I run as far away as I can

And I don’t suspect anybody’s influence in this

Except mine, yours and someone else’s, oh This weather seems to follow me With every move I make

The problem I find is undeserving eyes

Seeing things they never should have seen

So I’ll draw a line for me to stand behind

And show you just how much this means to me This weather seems to follow me With every move I make

And with every step, the wind at my back

Chaining it to me