Forecast

Do you honestly think you know

Where all your "secrets" go?

Have you realized this silence

Is just for show?

Now hear my prediction

Don't be surprised when

Your icicle words

Swing back like swords

The whispers are behind your back

Voices on the attack

Giggles around every corner

You opened a door for war

So the forecast is an arctic chill

Careful 'cuz it starts as a whisper

Your tears going south for the winter

Brittle skin getting icy splinters

This snowball effect will crush you

Lips now quiet, turn blue

You can't blame this on anyone

They're known to take and run

On a cliff with a view

Screaming "foul!" for you

What else can I do?

I can't tell you...

The whispers are behind your back

Voices on the attack

Giggles around every corner

You opened a door for war

So the forecast is an arctic chill

Careful 'cuz it starts as a whisper

Your tears going south for the winter

Brittle skin getting icy splinters