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
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
