baby why don t you hit me with lighting so i can bottle it up and save it for a rainy day baby you know this loving is frightening but it s only the calm before the tempest gets on it s way we could be the perfect storm i feel it coming and it won t be long we could be the perfect storm so let it rain baby why don t you show me your thunder so i can put it on the shelf and dust it off when the sky goes black baby your loving makes me wonder if i step outside will i ever feel the need to turn back 
['garage rock']