Lightning fades in a flash, gone before it's seen But thunder rolls on after, low and steady, in between Every silence that follows still carries the sound Still shaking something loose long after it hit the ground That's what we are, not the flash, the roll Not the moment, but the echo of the whole We're rolling thunder, low and long Still shaking windows long after the lightning's gone We're rolling thunder, deep in the ground Some things don't flash, some things just resound People chase the lightning, chase the flash, chase the spark But sparks don't last long once they leave the dark We're the sound that follows, the one that doesn't fade We're the proof a moment turned into something made to stay That's what we are, not the flash, the roll Not the moment, but the echo of the whole We're rolling thunder, low and long Still shaking windows long after the lightning's gone We're rolling thunder, deep in the ground Some things don't flash, some things just resound WE'RE NOT THE SPARK WE'RE THE SOUND AFTER WE'RE THE PART THAT STAYS LONG AFTER THE LIGHT FADES We're rolling thunder, low and long Still shaking windows long after the lightning's gone We're rolling thunder, deep in the ground Some things don't flash, some things just resound Still rolling Still here Still resounding
