it's like a thunder without rain
or like a week without Sunday
or like a book without a last page
you want to buy you have to pay

a storm without pain
without any destruction
it's a good old game
million pleasures but no satisfaction
storm takes your desires
and all expectations
it would happen anyway
it's the only way to lose your frustration

it's like a thunder without rain
or like a week without Sunday
or like a book without a last page
you want to buy you have to pay
and you can feel without a touch
and you can hear without speakers
of course you'll see without TV
and we will run without sneakers

red, red sky
and atlantes are swimming by
the same mistakes
different time and different place

it's like a thunder without rain
or like a week without Sunday
or like a book without a last page
you want to buy you have to pay
and you can feel without a touch
and you can hear without speakers
of course you'll see without TV
and we will run without sneakers

one song is over another one left
the more you know, the more you know
you try to forget
heaven and earth
there will be no winner
as we all are saints
and we are, we are such sinners

it's like a thunder without rain
or like a week without Sunday
or like a book without a last page
you want to buy you have to pay

and you can feel without a touch
and you will feel without speakers
of course you'll see without TV
and we will run without sneakers