| Song | Lightning Crashes |
| Artist | Live |
| Album | Awake: The Best of Live |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : LIVE | |
| 作词 : LIVE | |
| Lightning crashes, a new mother cries | |
| Her placenta falls to the floor | |
| The angel opens her eyes | |
| The confusion sets in | |
| Before the doctor can even close the door | |
| Lightning crashes, an old mother dies | |
| Her intentions fall to the floor | |
| The angel closes her eyes | |
| The confusion that was hers | |
| Belongs now, to the baby down the hall | |
| Oh now feel it comin back again | |
| Like a rollin thunder chasing the wind | |
| Forces pullin from the center of the earth again | |
| I can feel it. | |
| Lightning crashes, a new mother cries | |
| This moment shes been waiting for | |
| The angel opens her eyes | |
| Pale blue colored iris, presents the circle | |
| And puts the glory out to hide, hide |
| zuo qu : LIVE | |
| zuo ci : LIVE | |
| Lightning crashes, a new mother cries | |
| Her placenta falls to the floor | |
| The angel opens her eyes | |
| The confusion sets in | |
| Before the doctor can even close the door | |
| Lightning crashes, an old mother dies | |
| Her intentions fall to the floor | |
| The angel closes her eyes | |
| The confusion that was hers | |
| Belongs now, to the baby down the hall | |
| Oh now feel it comin back again | |
| Like a rollin thunder chasing the wind | |
| Forces pullin from the center of the earth again | |
| I can feel it. | |
| Lightning crashes, a new mother cries | |
| This moment shes been waiting for | |
| The angel opens her eyes | |
| Pale blue colored iris, presents the circle | |
| And puts the glory out to hide, hide |
| zuò qǔ : LIVE | |
| zuò cí : LIVE | |
| Lightning crashes, a new mother cries | |
| Her placenta falls to the floor | |
| The angel opens her eyes | |
| The confusion sets in | |
| Before the doctor can even close the door | |
| Lightning crashes, an old mother dies | |
| Her intentions fall to the floor | |
| The angel closes her eyes | |
| The confusion that was hers | |
| Belongs now, to the baby down the hall | |
| Oh now feel it comin back again | |
| Like a rollin thunder chasing the wind | |
| Forces pullin from the center of the earth again | |
| I can feel it. | |
| Lightning crashes, a new mother cries | |
| This moment shes been waiting for | |
| The angel opens her eyes | |
| Pale blue colored iris, presents the circle | |
| And puts the glory out to hide, hide |