Counting Crows
Lightning
[Verse 1]
It's crazy but often clear
Often clear
We shimmer and disappear
In color, in black and white
Black and white
We slowly fade out of sight

[Chorus]
But these days were lit by lightning
These lights all white

[Verse 2]
It's crazy but somehow clear
Somehow clear
We ride in silence out of fear
We spoke and soon come alive
Come alive
We prefer the silence of the blind

[Chorus]
But these days, we're lit by lightning
These lights all white
These days, we're lit by lines
Of sharp light
Sharp, white light
Hard, good light
[Verse 3]
We're crazy but often kind
Often kind
In rage and in violence blind
You gather, and that alone
That alone
We race in small circles home

[Chorus]
But these days, we're lit by lightning
These lights are white
These days, we're lit by lines
Of sharp, white light

[Outro]
These days, we're lit by lightning
These lights are white
These days, we're lit by lines