| Menomena – Ghostship Lyrics | 14 years ago |
| It...makes me think of the weather, with "her majesty" being the sun. Each week the meteorologist makes some guesses for the forecast and we listen intently and talk about it with each other just as a way to pass the time, weather is too complex for us to understand in any long term sense. He relates it at the end to the unpredictable nature of a loved one. | |
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