This side of you is different
You think it's strange, such a sudden change
Nervous like a flower who doubts the spring
A life it's often dreamed with a promise of a promise
Thunder and lightning, soft as the rain
Oh, there's a world to gain
With your hand as my arrow under the glass ceiling
I see right through the sky and back to you
With your hand as my arrow, a natural force
It finds me right on course with a promise of a promise
Thunder and lightning, soft as the rain
There's a world to gain