Thunderstorm - The Black Crowes

Thunderstorm 6:54

Is it me or should I lock the door

Silly it seems, afraid to answer the phone

Someone could say that I’m paranoid

Scissors and string

Soon it will be spring

What will sister bring

Conjure my black game

The daydreams that keep you away

No mown grass, no sunburn

No talk of doomsday

Funny it seems, the ways of these days

Scars cover me, I start to need the pain

Scissors and string

Soon it will be spring

What will sister bring

Conjure my black game

Thunderstorm 6:54

Righteous is this rain

And love and love

Love is your sad prose

Ooh yeah, sad, sad prose