Thunderbolt Lyrics

She's a thunderbolt.
With guns & fire,
Two arms full of holes,
And nothing to hold.
She's a restless sort
With secrets that wait
On corners in the dark,
To pinch with a pain,
To sting and to smart

God knows it gets so hard
To keep out the cold,
When you're living in a house full of holes.
He's just a close call
Who always acts tough,
But goes way too far,
Or not far enough.
But someday when it gets hard,
Hard just to breathe,
She'll rest a**ured that
He'll take the heat
God knows it gets so hard
To keep out the cold,
When you're living in a house full of holes.

She's a thunderbolt.
With guns & fire,
Two arms full of holes,
And nothing to hold.
Nothing to hold.

C~F