Enemies at eight in the morning
Hands on our hearts
Dynamite behind our eyelids
This is where the ruin starts
To the lightning
To the lightning we pray
Monica says come along
But hey, I don’t think I’ll be there
Thunderstorm, Indian summer
Late afternoon
Cats and dogs against the window
Disappearing way too soon
Salvation is near
Job’s Daughters meet here
To the lightning
To the lightning we pray
Monica says come along
But hey, I don’t think I’ll be there
Enemies at eight in the morning
Hands on our hearts
Dynamite behind our eyelids
This is where the ruin starts
Salvation is near
Job’s Daughters meet here
To the lightning
To the lightning we pray
Monica says come along
But hey, I don’t think I’ll be there
Bide your time
And when the time arises
Rise and shine and let me go
