it's just the empty thunderbolts, my darling
they wouldn't dare ruin our evening.
all the energy they would've held surrounds us now.
all their spark is between our fingertips, their fires in our heart,
the light in our eyes.
they're just the empty thunderbolts, my darling
and the thunder a proclamation of my love.
Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 9:26 PM UTC
it's just the empty thunderbolts, my darling
they wouldn't dare ruin our evening.
all the energy they would've held surrounds us now.
all their spark is between our fingertips, their fires in our heart,
the light in our eyes.
they're just the empty thunderbolts, my darling
and the thunder a proclamation of my love.
