Like Sisters - The Weather Station

Some people say that we look like sisters

Somehow, something in the eyes

And I’d say, «Well, you know I’m flattered,»

And she’d say, «Yeah, right!»

She’s always been so careful

Nobody more faithful

I’ve always been so careful

Nobody more faithful

When she moved out, sometimes he’d call me;

I never should have answered

Sometimes you give, you’re giving all you have

And sometimes you’re the taker

Like the whole world went and slipped my way

And yet I didn’t want nothing

So unequal.

Like unearned praise

Like someone I don’t recognize

Was looking back from my own eyes

We’d sit, and we’d find ourselves talking for hours

And sometimes she would cry

Waving her hands as though to ward off something

Telling you she’s fine

Sometimes you have to decide

What is wrong and what could be right

But I was too «kind»;

I was on every side

As though to try to make amends

For all the distances

There have always been between

You and I — me and the sky