Watch, I can flash across the sky
A lightning bolt from up on high
And I can crash into myself
Now a flower blooms in reverse
And a song takes back a verse
A photograph fades to white
I can hold a thunderhead in my heart
And in my bed I can dream a winter's gale
And wake up drenched
A stormy pale, a stormy pale
A battered heath on the shore
Will make her keep and wait for more
But underneath her icebound stream
The water pours, the water pours
I can hold a thunderhead in my heart…
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