There’s a storm rising in the west tonight,
The clouds coil black and fat,
The lightening flickers like a serpent’s tongue
And the static screeches and burns.
You can feel the power rising,
Curling through your soul,
It’s a whiplash dance, the truth laid bare
And no lover’s kiss will hold you now,
On a night like this... on a night like this
You could tear down the whole world,
The energy cracks from your fingertips
And the moonlight fills your eyes,
Muscles pull tight aching to explode
As the tension swirls and builds,
You dance through the thickening darkness,
Driven by the electric charge,
Howling like a banshee,
Grinning like a wolf,
On a night like this... on a night like this
It’s the power of the bright and dark,
There’s »Don’t Touch« written all over you,
You’re dynamite with a smouldering fuse.
But it’s joy, and it’s passion,
And it’s savage, and it’s good...
And if they’re scared?
Well, it spurs you on
To be laughing and strong,
To be fierce and barbaric and fine
On a night like this... on a night like this...
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