More songs by Madison Cunningham
More songs by Fleet Foxes
Description
Love here is like a storm over the desert: lightning flashes, thunder shatters the sky, but there will still be no rain. Words are like electric shocks, glances are like atomic explosions, and even silence sounds louder than any quarrel. Everything hangs on the premonition of disaster: illusions crack, hopes dry up faster than California soil, and memory stubbornly paints pictures of a future that will never happen. Beautiful and destructive, as always happens when you hold a storm in your hands for too long.
Lyrics and translation
Original
You say that you could do me harm
In the safety of your arms
While your eyes are atom bombs
Dropping
My head is full of thunderclouds
Keeping aircraft on the ground
Who will win this lightning round
Of suffering?
Turning in and turning out
The lining of our deepest doubts
In the California drought
We're drowning
I have followed
In your wake
In your image
I might break
Bearing no resemblance
To an age of innocence
Have I lost the audience
For good now
As the grand illusion frays
It hits me as I drive away
I'll never see your hair go gray
I have followed
In your wake
In your image
I might break