I can feel the thunder beating on my bone And lightning lights the sky on my way home On my way home On my way home On my way home On my way home But I still know, which way to go Yeah, I still know, which way to go Moving like a shadow through the sheets of rain Looking through the glass of a crooked window paint I still see their faces every single day I still see their faces every single day Every single day Every single day And it gets strange The way they change Ain't it strange? The way they change I still see their faces every single day Every single day Every single day Every single day