I know if you so much as brushed past me,
It would be like getting struck by lightning
In the best possible way, a gorgeous, glorious paralysis, quietus
In the bowery shade, on the barrow hills, I will welcome this tempest of feelings & belt out your praises until I lose my voice
I will do it as if I have no choice
As if it is my sole purpose in life
You are my nightlight, I only sleep when I remember that you're mine to keep
A love like lightning
