She's golden lightnings, A flashing light with sharpen heels That blinds 'till bleeding Reversing my wheels. And such a non-sense mechanism Runs in my mind 'cause the chase. Feels like some fucking mysticism Off of the lines of time and space. And I can't help myself Waiting the thunder to hit again Running under the summer rain. And I can't help myself Waiting the thunder to hit again Running under the summer rain. If I had something to say, I'd say, 'Let's run away from the haze.' And hide together for days Off of the lines of time and space. But still this non-sense mechanism Runs in my mind, and every time I get trapped in your mysticism And I'm getting mad. Are you mine? And I can't help myself Waiting the thunder to hit again Running under the summer rain. And I can't help myself Waiting the thunder to hit again Running under the summer rain. And I can't help myself (I can't help it) (I can't shake this feeling) (I can't help it) Waiting the thunder to hit again (I can't help it) Running under the summer rain. (I can't help it) And I can't help myself (I can't shake this feeling) (I can't help it) (I can't shake this feeling) Waiting the thunder to hit again (I can't help it) Running under the summer rain.