I´ve been in this grass here for the last ten hours
My clothes are dirty but my mouth isn´t dry
How does it happen does it fly through the air
Woah I gave up asking days away I gave up asking days away

And now I´m lying here waiting for the sound of thunder
Waiting for the sound of thunder

Here I am I´m a dotted line cut in through corners stick me through your door
I´m the man who stepped off the path
Am I just lying here that´s what I was made for

And now my eyes are closing but I still feel the land
Leaning out for the touch of my hand
The world spins so fast that I might fly off
The world spins so fast that I might fly off
The world spins so fast that I might fly off

Waiting for the sound of thunder
I´m waiting for the sound of thunder
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