Boot prints in the wet red clay Chalk dust on my black coat sleeve Big sky humming like a hallway light And my hands won’t leave That crooked line I keep erasing Keeps on finding its own way back Every wrong turn Glows on the map Bare feet on the hardwood Heart’s in a paper cup You ask what I’m chasing I just say “turn it up” (hey!) [Chorus] Thunder in the paint Shivers in the frame Something in the mess keeps calling my name Spin me like a coin Scratch me like a plate I’m chasing down a spark I can’t explain Thunder in the paint Thunder in the paint Ink bloom on a diner napkin Coffee ring halos all around Sun sneaks in through the busted blind Stripes that shake across the ground Every little glimpse goes streaking Like it’s racing me to dry I miss the catch But I taste the sky Bare feet on the table Head full of contraband You ask what I’m doing I just say “let it land” (oh yeah) [Chorus] Thunder in the paint Shivers in the frame Something in the mess keeps calling my name Spin me like a coin Scratch me like a plate I’m chasing down a spark I can’t explain Thunder in the paint Thunder in the paint [Bridge] Match tip flicked in an oil-stained barrel Two crows laughing on a rusted wire Every little wrong mark dancing feral Every little wrong note fanning the fire (woah) If it scares me I keep it If it shakes me I keep it If it stains me I keep it Let it burn Let it breathe Let it bleed [Chorus] Thunder in the paint Shivers in the frame Something in the mess keeps calling my name Spin me like a coin Scratch me like a plate I’m chasing down a spark I can’t explain Thunder in the paint Thunder in the paint Thunder in the paint (yeah) Let it rain Let it stain Thunder in the paint
