You bring me lightening!
Footsteps walking in again.
Name checks begin again.
Stand here let's soak it in again.
The white lines and the inner pain.
When I'm sorting out the wars,
And breaking out the holes,
That lead to me to the scars,
Things written on the wall,
There's nothing I would change in my graffiti soul.
You bring me lightening!
Footsteps walking in again.
The white lines stencilled in again.
And when I'm sorting out the wars,
And breaking out the holes,
That lead me to the scars they've written on the wall.
There's nothing I'd change in my graffiti soul.
And when I am rushing in my head,
Yet cruising in control,
Admiring the spread beyond the neon sprawl,
There's nothing I'd change in my graffiti soul.
You bring me lightening!
And when I'm sorting out the wars,
And breaking out the holes,
That lead me to the scars they've written on the wall,
There's nothing I'd change in my graffiti soul.
And when I am rushing in my head,
Yet cruising in control,
Admiring the spread beyond the neon sprawl,
There's nothing I'd change in my graffiti soul.
You bring me lightening!
