Enemies at 8 in the morning hands on our hearts.
Dynamite behind our eyelids, this is where the ruin starts.
To the lightning, to the lightning we pray!
Thunderstorm, indian summer, late afternoon
Cats and dogs against the window, disappearing way too soon
To the lightning, to the lightning we pray!
To the lightning, to the lightning we pray!
Enemies at 8 in the morning hangs on our hearts.
Dynamite behind our allies, this is where the ruin starts.
To the lightning, to the lightning we pray!
To the lightning, to the lightning we pray!
Bide your time and when the time arises
Rise and shine and let me go