Thunders & lightnings
Two mirrors staring at the sun
Blind a man without a helping hand
Two windows that I could break through
Tie a woman in her dying bed
As much as you care
‘bout the love I spread
Will be all of your loss
make you pray to the lord
If you empty this closet
And you try to walk away
Make sure I’m breathing
‘cause none of these films
And none of those books
Will make it all come true
Hold up your hands,
Try to make a stand
So you can blame your parents
Or Your old dog’s disease
I know my pick-up truck
Has been parked too long
I know I had a doubt ...But I worked it out
