Honest Bob and the Factory-to-Incentive Dealers
After The Thunderstorm
After the thunderstorm when the air is clean And the sun comes out like a new machine And my sins are washing away Everything's washing away After the thunderstorm when the moon comes up Like the underside of a paper cup And my sense is washing away Everything's washing away In a day all the rain I see will vanish from my mind In a way all the weather around me is only time
From Letras Mania