Strange thunder

If the season slips a fragile hand
I'll freeze upon the ocean in your eyes
I thought I found a reasonable cure
Swinging from a ceiling fan but now I'm not so sure
They say it's a punishable crime
To try and snuff the ladder on your one and only life
To try and snuff the ladder on your one and only life
Now I'm gone
I left you a raw shank on the wall
And a song
And the sound of strange thunder rolling down the wall
I finally found a reason that I would stand
Laughing at my {?}
What kind of fool would wait upon the season to bring the precious changes of his life
When they tell you about existential pain, they count the distance from your soul to the desire in your brain
I swear I am a reasonable man
It's a matter of the heart, to put a shotgun in my hand
In fact it's quite poetic a shotgun to my head
Now I'm gone
I left you a raw shank on the wall
And a song
And the sound of strange down the hall
Now I'm gone
I left you a raw shank on the wall
And a song
And the blood and bone and the strange thunder rolling down the hall
Its a strange thunder
Rolling through my head
Its a strange thunder
Rolling through my head
Its a strange thunder
Rolling through my head
Its a strange thunder
Rolling through my head
Its a strange strange thunder
Rolling through my head
Its a strange strange thunder
Rolling through my head
Its a strange strange thunder
Rolling through my head
Its a strange strange thunder
Rolling through my head
Its a strange strange thunder
Rolling through my head
Its a strange strange thunder
Rolling through my head
Rolling through my head