What strange road led me to this chair
What thunder roll made the crystal clear
There were times when I was not myself
There were times when I was someone else
There were times when there was no way I'd sit still
There were times when blue electric bolts flew from our fingertips
There were times when I was not myself
There were times when I was someone else
The September storm came down at half past twelve
The window we looked out would flash and we could see ourselves
See the smoke, see that there's fire
See the smoke, see that there's fire
