I've been in this grass here for the last 10 hours

My clothes are dirty but my mouth isn't dry

How does it happen? Does it fly through the air?

Oh I gave up asking days away

I gave up asking

Days away



And now I'm lying here waiting for the Sound of Thunder

Waiting for the Sound of Thunder

Here I am, I'm a dotted line

Cut the corner, stick me to your door

I'm the man who stepped off the path

and I just lie here

It's what I was made for



And now my eyes are closing, but I still feel the land

Leaning out for the touch of my hand

The world spins so fast that I might fly off

The world spins so fast that I might fly off

The world spins so fast, I might fly off



Waiting for the Sound of Thunder

I'm waiting for the Sound of Thunder

I'm waiting for the Sound of Thunder

I'm waiting for the Sound of Thunder

I'm waiting for the Sound of Thunder

I'm waiting for the Sound of Thunder

I'm waiting for the Sound of Thunder

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