Days of Thunder

Love is a setting sun, is a smoking gun

Is a four letter word, I hope it hurts

Love is a fatal flaw, is a broken jaw

Is a burning bridge, move your hips

And the ghost of the boulevard

Littered with lonely hearts

The city like a graveyard

Once was a postcard

When you lose your wonder

And you can't remember

When we were

Living in the days of thunder

Living in the days of thunder

Living in the days of thunder

Living in the days of thunder

Living in the days of

Love was a dream to have, was a king size bed

Was an escape plan, was an open hand

Now it's a dog from hell, it's a dream you sell

It's an epitaph, it's a photograph

And the ghost of the boulevard

Littered with lonely hearts

The city like a graveyard

Once was a postcard

When you lose your wonder

And you can't remember

When we were

Living in the days of thunder

Living in the days of thunder

Living in the days of thunder

Living in the days of thunder

Living in the days of

Living in the days of thunder

Living in the days of thunder

Living in the days of thunder

Living in the days of thunder

Living in the days of