I still feel the electricity inside my veins
the jolt, the bolt
the jitter, the tingle
the rush, the sting
I still feel a long passed carnage
that swallowed me whole
captivated, smothered and devoured
and never let me go
I still feel the ricochet of echos in my heart
stolen, captured, forever hostage
in every stanza, every line,
every syllable, every vowl
They say that lightning doesn't strike the same place twice
but I'm a fool who believes in dreams
i'll feel the static in my hair
i'll turn science into fiction
They say that lightning doesn't strike the same place twice
but stranger things have happened
and it's better to believe in dreams
don't you think?
