This pending doom, here in my sight
there are resting lions, in the hunting night
the purest taste was in my mouth
we decided then, we would chase it south
So i propose we take a chance
water in my shoes, soaking wet romance
If in my hands, I keep it still
maybe it won't lash, maybe it won't kill
So wild the lightning ready ready
Too blind to get too heady heady
On time we keep this steady steady
High time we get what's coming to us
Chasing the spectrum beating though us
So wild the lightning calling to us
Oh I don't know what came to be
was it chance or fear, that would set me free
In mirrored glass, in porcelain cups
something i can't catch, something I can't touch
Take a stake in the ground you claim to keep,
but not for me
So you think you can catch what can't be held
but not for free