Watch, i can flash across the sky A lightning bolt from up on high And i can crash into myself Now a flower blooms in reverse And a song takes back a verse A photograph fades to white I can hold a thunderhead in my heart And in my bed i can dream a winter’s gale And wake up drenched A stormy pale, a stormy pale A battered heath on the shore Will make her keep and wait for more But underneath her icebound stream The water pours, the water pours I can hold a thunderhead in my heart…