Thunderbolt - Patrick Park

She’s a thunderbolt

With guns & fire

Two arms full of holes

And nothing to hold

She’s a restless sort

With secrets that wait

On corners in the dark

To pinch with a pain

To sting and to smart

God knows it gets so hard

To keep out the cold

When you’re living in a house full of holes

He’s just a close call

Who always acts tough

But goes way too far

Or not far enough

But someday when it gets hard

Hard just to breathe

She’ll rest assured that

He’ll take the heat

God knows it gets so hard

To keep out the cold

When you’re living in a house full of holes

She’s a thunderbolt

With guns & fire

Two arms full of holes

And nothing to hold

Nothing to hold