watch i can flash across the sky a lightning bolt from up on high and i can crash into myself now a flower blooms in reverse and a song takes back a verse a photograph fades to white and i can hold a thunderhead in my heart and in my bed i can dream a winter s gale and wake up drenched a stormy pale a stormy pale a battered heath on the shore will make her keep and wait for more but underneath her icebound stream the water pours the water pours and i can hold a thunderhead in my heart and in my bed i can dream a winter s gale and wake up drenched a stormy pale a stormy pale