The Lightning - The Ballroom Thieves

I didn’t see the lightning

I didn’t feel the rain

I didn’t hear the thunder rolling in

But it rolled in all the same

I never saw the changing

I never felt the loss

I never heard the absence of the birds

Or the closing of your claws

You could hide me somewhere dry

A postcard from the road

You can roam the halls of granite hearts

Until you know your own

And I’ll be at home

We never saw the danger

We never felt the pain

We never heard the howling in the heart

Or the hollow when it came

You might need the world to turn around

To feel what I feel now

But at least you’ll be a spinning wheel

Not grown into the ground

And you’ll come back around