Counting Crows - Lightning текст песни

Its crazy but often clear

But often clear

We shimmer and disappear

In color, in black and white

Black and white

We slowly fade out of sight

But these days were lit by lightning

These lights all were white

Its crazy but somehow clear

Somehow clear

We ride in silence out of fear

We spoke and soon come alive

Come alive

We prefer the silence of the blind

But these days were lit by lightning

These lights all were white

These days were lit by lightning

Of sharp,light,sharp,white,light,hard,good,white

Were crazy but often kind

Often kind

Enrage and in violence blind

You gather, and that alone

That alone

We race in small circles home

But these days were lit by lightning

These lights are were white

These days were lit by lightning

Of sharp, white, light

These days were lit by lightning

These lights are were white

These days were lit by light