Tytuł: Lightning

• Wykonawca: Counting Crows
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Its crazy but often clear often clear..
  We shimmer and disappear
  In color in black and white black and white..
  We slowly fade out of site
  but these days were lit by lightning thin lines of light
  Its crazy but somehow clear somehow clear
  we ride in silence out of fear
  We've spoken seem come alive come alive
  we prefer the silence of the blind
  But these days were lit by lightning
  thin lines of light
  these days
  were lit by lines
  of sharp
  white
  shock
  white
  ice
  hard
  cold
  white
  light
  were crazy but often kind often kind
  we rage in violence blind
  Together and then alone then alone
  we race in small circles home
  but these days
  were lit by lightning
  Thin lines of light
  These days
  were lit by lines of sharp
  white
  light
  these days
  Were lit by lightning
  Thin lines of light..... These days.. were lit by light