Thunder, please explain (please explain)

why you ask me how I am, I'm fine I

wonder is it sane (is it sane)

to pierce purple eyeballs made of china



{Canon}

I love you like a son, like a game I have won

like a toothbrush I used for the Eiffel Tower

my youth, it is gone, it's a boot stuck in the ground

is there truth to be found in an iron flower



Mmmm... I will try hard to be a spark of power

mmmm... I will, I'll never be your iron flower



Stone please explain (please explain)

why your silence makes more noise then thunder

bones, is it sane (is it sane)

to obey me and the flesh you're under



{Canon}

Your words are soon gone and it hurts, I have none

take a jump from your pretty linguistic tower

the goal of speech, so obnoxious to reach

only one thing to do, melt your iron flower



Mmmm... I will try hard to be a spark of power

mmmm... I will, I'll never be your iron flower


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