Thunderbolt

She's a thunderbolt.

With guns & fire,

Two arms full of holes,

And nothing to hold.

She's a restless sort

With secrets that wait

On corners in the dark,

To pinch with a pain,

To sting and to smart

God knows it gets so hard

To keep out the cold,

When you're living in a house full of holes.

He's just a close call

Who always acts tough,

But goes way too far,

Or not far enough.

But someday when it gets hard,

Hard just to breathe,

She'll rest assured that

He'll take the heat

God knows it gets so hard

To keep out the cold,

When you're living in a house full of holes.

She's a thunderbolt.

With guns & fire,

Two arms full of holes,

And nothing to hold.

Nothing to hold.