(Barbara Dickson/Charlie Dore)
Fine, partly cloudy
It's just a game you play
You never answer me
In any other way
I don't need this,
Your casual kiss
Don't want to talk about the weather
It's cold out here
Don't turn me away again
Love is just a fantasy
It's something that you said
You take reality
And turn it on its head
You're running scared
As if somewhere
There's someone standing there behind you
There's no-one there
The shadow is yours
It doesn't matter what you say
I recognise the message anyway
Don't need a weatherman
To know it's colder today
Hand on my heart
I won't play the part
Of your enemy
Come down to Earth
I'll show you the worth
Of this currency
And every little thing you said
Is running round and round inside my head
Don't need a weatherman
To know it's colder today
Fine, partly cloudly
It's just a game you play
You never answer me in any other way
And every little thing you said
Is running round and round inside my head
Don't need a weather man
To know it's colder today
Don't turn me away
It's colder today
Fine, partly cloudy
