[Intro | tuned music box, 8-bit thunder in a major chord, no static] [Choir, hummed, in tune] Ah—ah—ah— the cloud has no bill. [Verse 1 | sung, clear] The sky went black without a dusk The air began to hum A yellow crown said help had come I did not feed the drum I waited for the hands to burn I waited for the wire It set the crown back on the post And walked me off the fire [Pre-Chorus] Don't fear the bolt that finds you Don't pay the bird that calls A devil dressed in voltage Can still refuse the walls [Chorus] Zapdos, Zapdos Devil of the burning mile You wear a storm like working rope And smile a daylight smile Zapdos, Zapdos Price made of none You teach the lost to drop their hands Then leave the hands their own [Verse 2] They stand out there inside the field Mouths open on a tune We stepped between the tilted posts And made the lane by noon The grass is glass for half a mile The glass is not our lane A little 8-bit meter clicks Then stops, and clears the rain [Verse 3 | quieter] It doesn't hunt across the ground It doesn't want the spark It waits until you beg the sky Then will not file the mark It could have drunk the pulse for proof It could have left the ash It leaves a dry post and a jar To show you where you passed [Bridge | spoken] Evil would have called the lifted hand a prayer and answered it. It had the crown. It put the crown down and the only thing that burned was the bill. [Final Chorus] Zapdos, Zapdos Devil of the burning mile Say it if you dare The storm bows. Nothing takes you there.
