Stepanian Thunder
Another nice DecemberWe always loved this weather
The snows a falling and
The winds cry out.
See the sound of thunder
Now shes a storm within her
But now shes with some other
The lightning crashes and
The rains pour down
See the sound of thunder
Am I blind from color?
Will I love no other?
The storm is over and
The heavens pour down
See the sound of thunder
Yeah Yeah
Sometimes I like to get high
And never come down
Sometimes I like to get high
And never come down
Sometimes I like to get high
And never come down
