The Thunder Answered Back
Oh, how my heart can fly when your smile has good intentions
And "Hi" can mean the world to me
And I know singing makes you shy
When it's in front of me and my friends
But your singing means the world to me
Ohhhhhh
Ohhhhhh
And how I tried to keep my cool
When we disappointed you
You waxen wing, you foolish thing
And oh, how I can still taste
Your tongue-tied stare upon my face
You dirty look, you burning bush
So here I sit, I've come to rest
Some weight upon your little chest
You free-for-all, you wrecking ball
Hovering next to your bed
To lay waste to your healthy head
You spider web, you dance of death
Ohhhhhh
Ohhhhhh
I believe you'd be so cold to leave me hanging all day long
You prickly frost, you courage lost
But I could never be so mad to shake you by the shoulders screaming
You coward!
You hummingbird!
You coward!
You hummingbird!
You coward!
You hummingbird!
You coward!
You hummingbird!
You coward!
You hummingbird!
You coward!
I screamed out, "How'd it get this bad?"
And the thunder answered back
If you know not what you lack
Then you must un-turn your back
Your inside is overcast
You are tethered to your past
And it must feel like fucking hell
To be a patchwork of yourself
A bunch of scraps thrown and sewn around your bones
And though you're alone, it's holding you too tightly
A bunch of scraps thrown and sewn around your bones
And though you're alone, it's holding you too tightly
But who are you?
From where do you come?
What do you believe in?
And who do you love?
And "Hi" can mean the world to me
And I know singing makes you shy
When it's in front of me and my friends
But your singing means the world to me
Ohhhhhh
Ohhhhhh
And how I tried to keep my cool
When we disappointed you
You waxen wing, you foolish thing
And oh, how I can still taste
Your tongue-tied stare upon my face
You dirty look, you burning bush
So here I sit, I've come to rest
Some weight upon your little chest
You free-for-all, you wrecking ball
Hovering next to your bed
To lay waste to your healthy head
You spider web, you dance of death
Ohhhhhh
Ohhhhhh
I believe you'd be so cold to leave me hanging all day long
You prickly frost, you courage lost
But I could never be so mad to shake you by the shoulders screaming
You coward!
You hummingbird!
You coward!
You hummingbird!
You coward!
You hummingbird!
You coward!
You hummingbird!
You coward!
You hummingbird!
You coward!
I screamed out, "How'd it get this bad?"
And the thunder answered back
If you know not what you lack
Then you must un-turn your back
Your inside is overcast
You are tethered to your past
And it must feel like fucking hell
To be a patchwork of yourself
A bunch of scraps thrown and sewn around your bones
And though you're alone, it's holding you too tightly
A bunch of scraps thrown and sewn around your bones
And though you're alone, it's holding you too tightly
But who are you?
From where do you come?
What do you believe in?
And who do you love?
Credits
Writer(s): Gabrielle Smith
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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