Separate Ways - Nina Kinert, Nini Kinert

My deliberate mood is stringing harder in me

But I’m wanting so to ask you

Can I kiss you here?

And all your moderate words

Burn into fire inside

And all I really wanna ask you is

I can touch you there?

We’re like the flashing lightning divided into separate ways

Yeah I know you wanna talk

About more profound things

Than I could ever dream of

I haven’t seen nothing yet

I really wish that I would know

Things that will shatter you

There ain’t not dripping from

The roof into my hands

We’re like the flashing lightning divided into separate ways