(My) Weathervane

So you're leaving on a plane to London
So you're going for a week
To sort out your head
So you left me here to
Keep things going
That's an awful lot of empty space
To myself

Oh no, oh no
In the silent moonlight
Shapes move over the wall
And it doesn't seem right

My weathervane
You turn on me again
I just have to know
I just need it so
My weathervane
Turning every day
I am at a loss
What becomes of us
Now
So I guess you thought you had me measured
I guess you thought you
Had me all figured out
Why'd you have to go and say you're sorry
Why'd you have to say there's nothing
We can't work out

Oh no, oh no
In the silent moonlight
Shapes move over the floor
And it doesn't feel right

My weathervane
You turn on me again
I just have to know
I just need it so
My weathervane
Turning every day
I am at a loss
What becomes of us
Now
My weathervane
You turn on me again
I just have to know
I just need it so
My weathervane
Turning every day
I am at a loss
What becomes of us
Weathervane
My weathervane