Drumset in the sky, huge crashes Pounding drums fill up the whole place The bass drum, making the sound wave With one giant head Is similar to a secret part of my head A ghost that's gone left in it's place Instead a love for certain sounds: Bass Drum Clouds Lightning shoots out of my eyes to blow fuses Not angry but singing my song Conducting with cloud hands made of moisture And electric shocks Most of the sounds that come from my hands are The thunder explosions When I clap together, waking you up But that spell's wearing offTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
