She’s a thunderbolt.   With guns & fire,   Two arms full of holes,   And nothing to hold.   She’s a restless sort   With secrets that wait   On corners in the dark,   To pinch with a pain,   To sting and to smart      God knows it gets so hard   To keep out the cold,   When you’re living in a house full of holes.      He’s just a close call   Who always acts tough,   But goes way too far,   Or not far enough.   But someday when it gets hard,   Hard just to breathe,   She’ll rest assured that   He’ll take the heat      God knows it gets so hard   To keep out the cold,   When you’re living in a house full of holes.      She’s a thunderbolt.   With guns & fire,   Two arms full of holes,   And nothing to hold.   Nothing to hold.