This side of you is different
You think it's strange
Such a sudden change
Nervous like a flower
Who doubts the spring
A life that's often dreamed
With a promise of a promise
Thunder and lighting soft as the rain
Oh, oh
There's a world to gain
Hmm
With your hand as my arrow
Under the glass ceiling
I see right through
The sky and back to you
With your hand as my arrow
A natural force
It finds me right on course
With the promise of a promise
Mmm
Ah, ah
Thunder and lighting soft as the rain
Oh, oh
There's a world to gain
With your hand as my arrow
With your hand as my arrow
With your hand as my arrow
