Can you hear me, can you see there’s a storm on the edge of the sky.
Does it matter, well it does to me, and I’ll tell you why.
You know when there’s thunder that should be rain, but it don’t always follow the rules
And is the wise man always right? No he can play the fool.
It’s always a mystery, not what it seems to be; it’s always a mystery just like you and me.
You are lightning, we are flames and we burn at the touch of a spark.
When there’s no fire there’s no need to see and all that’s left is the dark.
Just imagine will you try?
I can see that you’ve opened your mind
Silver linings can disappear, but they always shine
It’s always a mystery not what it seems to be, just like you and me.([email protected])