Thunder

(альбом: Songs From A Sketchbook, Pt. 2 - 2019)

I thought I was free of you now
Been a year since I last carried doubt
But here comes the thunder fifty weeks after
The lightning that struck our love down

And I know that I am to blame
I've always been somewhat obsessed with the rain
And quick to say to goodbye in search of a new sky
That will still leave me feeling the same

Like no matter what
She will not be enough

What is it in my soul that runs from the sun back to the cold
What is it in my soul that calls for the rain
And delights in the thunder

I can still hear you singing my name
When I'm falling asleep
Or exploring the plains
No matter the distance
Or my stubborn persistence
I still end up feeling the same

Like no matter what
Time will not be enough

What is it in my soul that runs from the sun back to the cold
What is it in my soul that calls for the rain
What is it in my soul that cannot forgive the sin I own
It took me from you in light of the truth
It calls for the rain and delights in the thunder

I know it's what I deserve
To remember the violence I brought to the earth
To suffer in silence without your insistence
That I'm not who I was in those days

Cause no matter what
They lie still in the dust