Lightning is not guidance.
Lightning simply tells the clouds to weep.
Lightning is not guidance.
Lightning simply tells the clouds to weep.
Cry a little.
Cry a little.
The streak-lightning of our minds.
Comes that we'll weep.
And long for our real lives.
And long for our real lives.
Cry a little.
Cry a little.
The streak-lightning of our minds.
Comes that we'll weep.
And long for our real lives.
And long for our real lives.
Writer(s): Markus Sieber, Angelika Baumbach
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