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
Sunday storm, Indian summer
Late afternoon
Cats and dogs against the window
Disappearing way too soon
To the lightning
To the lightning
We pray
To the lightning
To the lightning
We pray
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
To the lightning
To the lightning
We pray
Bide your time, and when the time arises,
rise and shine and let me go
Bide your time, and when the time arises,
rise and shine and let me go
Bide your time, and when the time arises,
rise and shine and let me go
Bide your time, and when the time arises,
rise and shine and let me go