The Thunder Answered Back - Eskimeaux, Gabby's World

o, how my heart can fly when your smile has good intentions

(and «hi» can mean the world to me)

and i know singing makes you shy when it’s in front of me and my friends

(but your singing means the world to me)

ooohhh…

and how i tried to keep my cool when we disappointed you

you waxen wing, you foolish thing

(you waxen wing, you foolish thing)

and o, how i can still taste your tongue tied stare upon my face

you dirty look, you burning bush

(you dirty look, you burning bush)

so here i sit, come to rest some weight upon your little chest

you free-for-all, you wrecking ball

(you free-for-all, you wrecking ball)

hovering next to your bed, to lay waste to your healthy head

you spiderweb, you dance of death

(you spiderweb, you dance of death)

ooohhh…

and I believe you’d be so cold to leave me hanging all day long

you prickly frost, you courage lost

(you prickly frost, you courage lost)

but I could never be so mad to shake you by the shoulders screaming

you coward, you hummingbird (x)

I screamed out how’d it get this bad?

And the thunder answered back if you know

not what you lack then you must unturn your back

Your inside is overcast, you are tethered to your past

and it must feel like fucking hell, to be a patchwork of yourself,

a bunch of scraps thrown and sewn around your bones

and though you’re alone it’s holding you too tightly.

But Who are you?

From where do you come?

What do you believe in?

And whom do you love?