Thunder
Ika
I felt myself in the ocean
I felt the waves of devotion
Calling out
You’re calling out my name
Swept under the crashing waves
I heard your voice in the thunder
I saw you move like a
Trembling ground
I swear you’re in the airs and breaks
Leaving me without words to say
You’re my favorite kind of drink
To good, to strong
My favorite kind of night
To loud, to long
My little white lion
The right can’t wrong for me
Baby you see yeah
