The 1975 at Cain’s Ballroom 5/28/14!

She’s Thunderstorms.

She’s thunderstorms,
Lying on her front,
Up against the wall.
She’s thunderstorms.

I’ve been feeling foolish,
You should try it.
She came and substituted
The peace and quiet
For acrobatic blood,
Flow concertina, cheating heartbeat, rapid fire.

Here is your host.
Sounds as if she’s pretty close
When the heat starts growing horns.
She’s thunderstorms.

She’s been loop-the-looping
Around my mind.
Her motorcycle boots give
Me this kind of acrobatic blood.
Cancer to her cheating heartbeat,
Rapid fire.

She’s thunderstorms,
Lying on her front,
Up against the wall.
She’s thunderstorms.

In an unusual place,
When you’re feeling far away,
She does what the night does to the day.

She’s thunderstorms,
Lying on her front,
Up against the wall.
She’s thunderstorms…