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