Its crazy but often clear often clear..   We shimmer and disappear   In color in black and white black and white..   We slowly fade out of sight      But these days were lit by lightning, thin lines of light      It's crazy but somehow clear somehow clear   We ride in silence out of fear   We've spoken seem come alive come alive   We prefer the silence of the blind   But these days were lit by lightning, thin lines of light   These days   We're lit by lines   Of    Sharp   White   Shock   White   Ice   Hard   Cold   White   Light      We're crazy but often kind, often kind   We rage in violence, blind   Together and then alone, then alone   We race in small circles home   But these days   We're lit by lightning   Thin lines of light   These days   We're lit by lines of    Sharp   White   Light   These days   Were lit by lightning   Thin lines of light..... These days.. we're lit by light