Can't believe that we're standing hereneye to eyenA cold wind on my face, I begin to realizenThat the raindrop on your cheeknTo me is frighteningnHolding hands and flying kitesnin the lightningnnI can feel the rain falling from the skynAnd my knees grow weaknas I look into your eyesnUnafraid now I'm wishing for inviting,nto be holding hands with you, nflying kites in the lightningnnAnd I'm in up to my eyesnAnd I realize I should never let this tie menDancing in and out of liesnAnd I know I should just leave this allnbehind mennRepeatnnIn the thundernI can hear you laughingnCalling me to be at your side againnSirens' crying sound, so inticingnnAh, holding hands and flying kitesnIn the lightning