What if this storm ends? As you are now And I don't see you The perfect halo Of gold hair and lightning Sets you off against The planet's last dance Just for a minute

It's sad, so sad (so sad) What do I do when lightning strikes me What have I got to do to be heard, It's a sad, sad situation And it's getting more and more absurd Why can't we talk it over? Oh it seems to me That sorry seems to be the hardest word What

You, oh, oh, you, oh, oh Baby, this is what you came for Lightning strikes every time she moves And everybody's watching her But she's looking at you, oh, oh You, oh, oh We go fast till they can't replay Who knows why it's gotta be this way

And I can't fight it Lightning, lightning strikes, strikes, strikes Lightning, lightning strikes I lose myself looking for help In you, not like before Like no one else, like no one else I can't contain these burning lights will find you

It's sad, so sad What do I do when lightning strikes me? What have I got to do to be heard? It's a sad, sad situation And it's getting more and more absurd Why can't we talk it over? Oh, it seems to me That sorry seems to be the hardest word What have I

What do I do when lightning strikes me What have I got to do to be heard It's sad, so sad What have I got to do What have I got to do to make you love me What have I got to do to make you care And I wake to find that you're not there What do I do to make

Oh oh oh oh You don't have to tell me twice When lightning strikes When lighting strikes Baby I want to take it back tonight Why can't I There ain't no way that I could ever forget you I can't remember why I ever went and left you Maybe I was hitting my

Every song that's comin' on Is settin' the mood tonight Gettin' us right, but like Every kiss, I feel your lips Hittin' us stronger than A lightning strike Never heard anything like that They way you whisper my name Makin' love to the soundtrack

Now lightning strikes in old New York It may be dark but I want to talk It might rain, it might snow Too many things I got to know If this is spring than it's time to sing Never mind the l'il birdies wing Look out, look out, old New York New York's

You set me on fire Spark and it's like gasoline I start purring like a machine My heart only runs on supreme So hot, give me your gasoline When the music goes up And the sun goes down Lightning strikes