Thunderstorms

I don't, know one, thing about, you not,

Knowing, a thing about me

Cause' we dropped down into all your thunderstorms

and claim its not your lightning.

And now the fire's gone in my eyes

grows cold for a while

and I don't feel your hate

The words have been said over and around it

but I don't hear no talkin' (your talkin')

So I'll be stoppin' and I'll be startin'

I'll be wondering why we don't know what we do

and Ima be the same even if I'm walkin' by myself