| thunder come round come round my window the lights are all down we light our candles been burning here in the dark for how long and the lightning came up and the lightning came down and the sound of your voice is the sweetest sound so thunder come round make us all dancers your every sound it is the echo of an answer been burning here in the dark for how long winter is gone at least til tomorrow we sing our songs with time that we borrow I don't know if it was the same as the truth when the wind she came up when the rain she came down but every sound in that hour was the sweetest sound in the rain thunder come round every last valley every last town every dark alley been calling after the light for so long and the lightning came up and the lightning came down and the sound of the world it is the sweetest sound |