G. Bergmann - My Worst Habit Lyrics

How to cure bad weather?
Send it back to the river
How to cure bad habits?
Send me back to you

My worst habit is
I get so tired of winter
That I become a torture to those I am with

If you're not here, nothing grows
I lack clarity
My words tangle up and knot
I said, my words tangle up and knot

How to cure bad weather?
Send it back to the river
How to cure bad habits?
Send me back to you
Send me back to you

When the water gets caught up in habitual whirlpools
Dig a way out
Through the bottom to the ocean

There is a secret medicine there
Given only to those who hurt so hard they can't hope
The hopers would feel slighted if they knew
I said, the hopers would feel slighted if they knew

How to cure bad weather?
Send it back to the river
How to cure bad habits?
Send me back to you
Send me back to you

Look as long as you can at the friend you love
No matter whether, that friend is moving away or towards you

Don't let your throat tighten with fear
Take sips of breath all day and all night
Before death closes your mouth

How to cure bad weather?
Send it back to the river
How to cure bad habits?
Send me back to you
Send me back to you