When the thunder comes

There's a place where only locals go,
I'll take you down to a late night show.
We'll go dancing in the pouring rain,
watch as the lightning writes your name
 
And if you start to lose control
just let the music fill your soul.
There's loud guitars and heavy drums,
it's a place to hide when the thunder comes.
 
Your spotlight burns a hole in me
going to let your music set me free,
when the storms come and the sky goes black
and my mind feels I'm under attack.
 
And If I start to lose control
I'll let the music fill my soul.
There's loud guitars and heavy drums,
it's a place to hide when the thunder comes.
 
When the wind dies down and all is still,
drink until you've had your fill.
The morning sun will blind our eyes
and we can drift across the skies.
 
Remember how to find it again
for every-time it starts to rain.
There's loud guitars and heavy drums
its a place to hide when the thunder comes
 
Here comes the thunder.......