Summer Lightning

At a streetlight in the afternoon Standing quiet in a darkened room In the bookstore on the second floor Lying wordless on my dirty floor And I don't say much but I stay in touch And I just want to make things clear Summer lightning, it's not frightening But I can't make myself move near If I told you, would you even care I don't know you 'til I cut your hair In the evening, in the pinkish light I'll be dreaming for a second night And I don't say much but I stay in touch And I just want to make things clear Summer lightning, it's not frightening But I can't make myself move near And I don't say much but I stay in touch And I just want to make things clear Summer lightning, it's not frightening But I can't make myself move near