text: Ive been in this grass here
  For the last ten hours
  My clothes are dirty
  But my mouth isnt dry
  How does it happen?
  Does it fly through the air?
  Woah I gave up asking days away
  I gave up asking days away
  And now Im lying here
  Waiting for the sound of thunder
  Waiting for the sound of thunder
  Here I am Im a dotted line
  Cut in through corners
  Stick me through your door
  Im the man who stepped off the path
  And I just lying here
  Thats what I was made for
  And now my eyes are closing
  But I still feel the land
  Leaning out for the touch of my hand
  The world spins so fast
  That I might fly off
  The world spins so fast
  That I might fly off
  The world spins so fast
  I might fly off
  Waiting for the sound of thunder
  Im waiting for the sound of thunder
  Im waiting for the sound of thunder
  Im waiting for the sound of thunder
  Im waiting for the sound of thunder
  Im waiting for the sound of thunder
  Im waiting for the sound of thunder
  Im waiting for the sound of thunder