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Pink lightning practises in my palms. I thread thunder with ribbons, loud on purpose. They ask for quiet; I bring a festival. The beat is sugar, the step is steel. If the sky bears down, I lean and lift. If the night shivers, I lend it heat. Turn: I dip the dark in gold, taste weather and call it courage. Denim-blue midnight, grin of a spark— the room rearranges round arrival. Hands up: we ride the reckless safely, fearless is measured, not mean. Let it hit—glittered puddles, soft roar— steam lifting from the tar.
Alternative version
Pink lightning—count it close. Sugar in the thunder; watch it dose. They want calm; I want loud— halos stitched from storm-cloud. Sky gets heavy? I shoulder it up. Night turns cold? I warm the cup. Count it down—feel the press; spin the weather hard to yes. Cotton-candy tempest— sweetness wrecks the checklist. Lightning in pink; thunder chrome-lipped. Heart on the downbeat getting bigger. Trade fearless for doing: I flicker, I trigger. Hands in the air—hit now— ticket stubs skittering the gutters: pow. (Spoken, small) Cute storm warning. Read the puddles. I dip the dark in gold leaf; make the cold steam off my sleeve. Ready—strike; the echo climbs— sugar smoke braiding with the power lines.
Lyrics
Pink lightning, here we go. I’m the sugar in the thunder, watch it crack, Pastel little chaos with a sparkle attack. They want calm, I want loud, I make halos out of storm clouds. If the sky gets heavy, I lift it up, If the night gets cold, I heat it up. Count it down, feel that press, Now I spin the stress to yes. Cotton-candy tempest, Sweet but I’m reckless (in the best way). Lightning in pink, thunder in **chrome**, Heart on the beat, I’m getting bigger. Cotton-candy tempest, I don’t do quiet, I do fearless. Hands in the air, let it hit—**now**, I’m the storm—feel that hit—**pow**. Mascara like midnight, smile like a flame, Every little whisper turns into my name. I don’t need a reason, I am the sign, When I walk in, the sky redesigns. If the sky gets heavy, I lift it up, If the night gets cold, I heat it up. Count it down, feel that press, Now I spin the stress to yes. Cotton-candy tempest, Sweet but I’m reckless (in the best way). Lightning in pink, thunder in **chrome**, Heart on the beat, I’m getting bigger. Cotton-candy tempest, I don’t do quiet, I do fearless. Hands in the air, let it hit—**now**, I’m the storm—feel that hit—**pow**. (Spoken) Cute storm warning. Do not underestimate. I take the dark and I dip it in gold, I turn the cold into something bold. **(Shout) Ready—strike!** Then boom—back up, watch me flex, Cotton-candy tempest. Cotton-candy tempest, Sweet but I’m reckless (in the best way). Lightning in pink, thunder in **chrome**, Heart on the beat, I’m getting bigger. Cotton-candy tempest, I don’t do quiet, I do fearless. Hands in the air, let it hit—**now**, I’m the storm—feel that hit—**pow**. x2 **Tempest—tempest!** Pink lightning— I don’t come down.
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