Quiet Thunder

The clean glass sharpening your shadow

Soft night, warm light

I want him, this charming fellow

As my hands trace his outline

And we’re losing control almost every night

The weightlessness holds onto us as we slide

And you fall right through me

You say his name into your pillow

The silence is so nice

The cool sheet caress your body

Bbs you reach out for paradise

And we’re losing control almost every night

The weightlessness holds on us as we fly

And you fall right through me

How’d we always fall in love

I’m always falling

You fall right