To the Lightning - Wussy

Enemies at eight in the morning

Hands on our hearts

Dynamite behind our eyelids

This is where the ruin starts

To the lightning, we pray

Thunderstorms, Indian summers

Late afternoon

Cats and dogs against the window

Disappearing way too soon

To the lightning, we pray

Enemies at eight in the morning

Hands on our hearts

Dynamite behind our eyelids

This is where the ruin starts

To the lightning, we pray

Bide your time

And when the time arises

Rise and shine and let me go