- cifra
Heat lightning
Running outside the window
I’ve laid awake since 1 and now it’s
4 o’clock
Though I’ve held on
Can’t carry it much longer
On the ceiling dancing are the
Things all come and gone
And there’s nothing I can do
Not much I can change
So I give it up to you
I hope that’s okay
There’s nothing I can do
Not much I can change
I give it up to you
I surrender
Heat lightning
Watch it from my doorstep
Sleeping eyelid of the sky
Flutters in a dream
Well I’ve held on
But feel a storm approaching
Trees are swaying in the wind
Like sea anemones
And there’s nothing I can do
Not much I can change
Can I give it up to you
Would that be okay
There’s nothing I can do
Not much I can change
I give it up to you
I surrender
There’s nothing I can do
Not much I can change
I give it up to you
I surrender
