Catching Lightning Songtext
von LSB feat. DRS
Catching Lightning Songtext
I don′t want to connect, I just want to forget.
I get closer to where I run, From the further I get.
I don't want these regrets, So let them blow hurricanes
Take your finger off the board, It briefly covers up the pain.
If it′s going to rain then let it, Empires are laughing.
Bigger shoes to step in, You couldn't make the effort.
So let me turn off the lights and,
Make sure your seatbelts fastened tightly,
Any moment we'll be catching lightning.
No struggle, suddenly feeling more enlightened,
I shouldn′t be, suddenly feel like writing the greatest symphony.
Soaring over landscapes, back soon physically,
Don′t count the time this man takes.
I don't want to just live, I want to forgive.
Reliving seconds is the method to madness within.
Momentarily undercover, let go of the strings.
Monumentally, incident I′m not knowing anything.
We're just cloning the kings,
We′ve all lost pride, so we know that it stings.
No man alive has got time enough for folding our wings,
Your paradise is inside and I'm owning this thing.
Switching my air rotations,
And it gets cold in the spring.
Maybe this life is a broken arm that we hold in a sling.
Crumbling the sticky lucky charm that I fold in the slim.
I never let you come to harm or owning this thing,
Pick a grenade, pull the clip and let go of the pin.
I get closer to where I run, From the further I get.
I don't want these regrets, So let them blow hurricanes
Take your finger off the board, It briefly covers up the pain.
If it′s going to rain then let it, Empires are laughing.
Bigger shoes to step in, You couldn't make the effort.
So let me turn off the lights and,
Make sure your seatbelts fastened tightly,
Any moment we'll be catching lightning.
No struggle, suddenly feeling more enlightened,
I shouldn′t be, suddenly feel like writing the greatest symphony.
Soaring over landscapes, back soon physically,
Don′t count the time this man takes.
I don't want to just live, I want to forgive.
Reliving seconds is the method to madness within.
Momentarily undercover, let go of the strings.
Monumentally, incident I′m not knowing anything.
We're just cloning the kings,
We′ve all lost pride, so we know that it stings.
No man alive has got time enough for folding our wings,
Your paradise is inside and I'm owning this thing.
Switching my air rotations,
And it gets cold in the spring.
Maybe this life is a broken arm that we hold in a sling.
Crumbling the sticky lucky charm that I fold in the slim.
I never let you come to harm or owning this thing,
Pick a grenade, pull the clip and let go of the pin.
Writer(s): Luke Beavon, Delroy Pottinger Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com