| You are sleeping in the room alone now
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| You are restless in the night
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| When the lightning from the storm strikes, you shine
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| For a second in the light
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| I wait
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| For a moment when the weather breaks
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| I can feel you in the mattress shake
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| I can see the way an old pain holds you
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| Morning falling in the frame
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| You stay down
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| I faced my failure in no way I escaped it
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| In the calm before a breakdown takes
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| Like a rapture in the night
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| You fight hard
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| I faced my own pain in no way I embraced it
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| In the bedroom with the door locked tight
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| Like a coward when the flash burns bright I’ll hide
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| Your hands burnt on the torch’s flame
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| Lighting the path away
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| Brighter than lightning and burning
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| Striking the ground
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| We spend summers awake
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| We shake at shadow shapes
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| The wind it rattles our chains
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| We’re always turning around
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| You were standing in the doorway
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| You were staring in the flames
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| How the fire from the house next door mixed
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| With the colors from the cop cars
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| I saw
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| Neighbors gathered in the alleyway
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| In the summer in the heat
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| I wait for a way that I can chase your pain out
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| Gather water for the flames
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| I wait
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| Nights we both shook
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| Any noise echoed in our room
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| Rattled on the floor like shells scattering
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| Or like hail falling on the hood of our car
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| Do you remember that drive south?
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| Coastbound just us two
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| Savannah west in the mirror
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| And winter in rearview burning
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| How the storm fell so harshly we felt swallowed
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| And traffic stopped before and behind us
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| Hard rain in sheets grey and unbroken
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| Hazards flashed dimly in all directions
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| Like small satellites or like lighthouse beacons
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| We turned the radio off
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| I gripped the wheel tight
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| When the storm burst and clouds split suddenly open to the sky
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| All colors at once and us dumbstruck with love and terror both
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| As if before us stood temples ancient and terrifying
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| The light refracting truth to see death and life in all things
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| Your hands burnt on the torch’s flame
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| I was the last to change
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| Strike me like a lightning bolt and burning me down
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| Your hands burnt on the torch’s flame
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| I was the last to change
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| Strike me like a lightning bolt and burning me down
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| The wind rattles our chains
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| We shake our fists at the pain
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| We shake at shadow shapes
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| We cup our hands in the storm
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| And watch our houses burning
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| We catch the rain to fight it |