Thunder, please explain
Why you ask me how I am , I'm fine I
Wondre is it sane
To pierce purple eyeballs made of China
I love you like a son, like a game I have wom
Like a toothbrush I used for the Eiffel Tower
My youth, it is gone, it's a boot stuck in the ground
Is there truth to be found in an iron flower
Mmm, I will try hard to be a spark or pwer
I will, I'll never be your iron flower
Stone please explain
Why your silence makes more noise than thunder
Bones, is it sane
To obey me and the flash you're under
Your words are soon gone and it hurts, I have none
Take a jump from the pretty linguistic tower
The goal of speech, so obnoxious to reach
Only one thing to do, melt your iron flower...
Writer(s): Sarah Bettens, Gert Bettens
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