Lightning Strike from Cycles EP by ELMS

along the tightening spiral
a centre that will not hold
a life led towards no end
coming to an end
you are the wood beneath the storm
every bough bent north
I am the lightning rod
my calm is the deadly calm

and I was cast for this
your hand within my hand
my debt will be your debt
your end will be my end
and who'd be held to words
for wanting more than this
your hope will be my home
this heart will be the first

this is a relic under glass
a splinter from the cross
a love like a hairpin turn
always preying on the lost
you are the fletching on the shaft
a spark upon the wind
a keening wire wound towards its will
reaching out to be done in

and I was cast for this
your hand within my hand
my debt will be your debt
your end will be my end
and who'd be held to words
for wanting more than this
your hope will be my home
this heart will be the first

• Electronic
• darkwave
• synth pop
• Peterborough