I've been in this grass here for the last 10 hours
My clothes are dirty but my mouth isn't dry
How does it happen? Does it fly through the air?
Oh I gave up asking days away
I gave up asking
Days away

And now I'm lying here waiting for the Sound of Thunder
Waiting for the Sound of Thunder
Here I am, I'm a dotted line
Cut the corner, stick me to your door
I'm the man who stepped off the path
and I just lie here
It's what I was made for

And now my eyes are closing, but I still feel the land
Leaning out for the touch of my hand
The world spins so fast that I might fly off
The world spins so fast that I might fly off
The world spins so fast, I might fly off

Waiting for the Sound of Thunder
I'm waiting for the Sound of Thunder (x6)
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