Lightning

It's crazy
But often clear
Often clear
We shimmer and disappear
In color, in black and white
Black and white
We slowly fade out of sight
But these days
Willed by lightning
Thin lines of light
It's crazy
But somehow clear
Somehow clear
That we ride in silence out of fear
We've spoken
Soon come alive
Come on alive
We prefer the silence of the blind
But these days
Willed by lightning
Thin lines of light
These days
Willed by lines
Of shock, white
Shock, white
Ice, hard
Cold, white
Light
We're crazy
But often kind
often kind
The rage and violence blind
To be together
And then alone
Then all alone
We race in small circles home
But these days
Willed by lightning
Thin lines of light
These days
Willed by lines
Of shock, white light
These days
Willed by lightning
In lines of white
These days
Willed by lines