Thunderstorm

Maybe just for now it's okay

I can get through the day

I can eat I can sleep

I might just take it for granted

I might just not have to panic

I might get let off cheap

Maybe it's all gonna pass

And be all over fast

Like it was all in my head

If I just look at my shoes

For distraction to use

So I just don't look ahead

Thunderstorm on its way

Thunderstorm hell to pay

'Cause every mind is a mass

A massive thread from the past

That gets your head in a noose

Oh, if only it weren't true

If only you weren't you

With all that thread hanging loose

And the missing part of the quilt

The heart unfinished, unbuilt

The city seen through the crowds

Reading a map in the sand

Holding on with one hand

While from the sea come the clouds

Thunderstorm on its way

Thunderstorm hell to pay

He read my lifeline and promised

That it spelled out a bomb

It's in my fingers and palms

Cursed, cause whatever I grab

It hurts to know I can't have

The perfect things I don't want

So I put my eyes in my pockets

I got two small crystal balls

And drop them into my sockets

To me at first the future looked clouded

Then I saw clearly and shouted

See, it's about to be

Thunderstorm on its way

Thunderstorm hell to pay