Thunderstorm - Weather Factory

She’s thunderstorms

Lying on her front

Up against the wall

She’s thunderstorms

I’ve been feeling foolish

You should try it

She came and substituted

The peace and quiet

For acrobatic blood

Flow concertina

Cheating heartbeat

Rapid fire

She’s thunderstorms

Lying on her front

Up against the wall

She’s thunderstorms

Here is your host

Sounds as if she’s pretty close

When the heat starts growing horns

She’s thunderstorms

She’s been loop-the-looping

Around my mind

Her motorcycle boots

Give me this kind

Of acrobatic blood

Concertina

Cheating heartbeat

Rapid fire

She’s thunderstorms

Lying on her front

Up against the wall

She’s thunderstorms

In an unusual place

When you’re feeling far away

She does what the night does to the day

She’s thunderstorms

Lying on her front

Up against the wall

She’s thunderstorms

Thunderstorms, thunderstorms