I Hate Myself - Roy Sullivan, By Lightning Loved lyrics

Least expected Seizure of symphony Apoplectic Blind but now can see Unprotected Take me, love, take me Gentle electric Tingle, touch my cheek Gold and threaded Blind as they There's no question My heart skips beats when you're with me Am I graced or grounded? Blessed or burnt to crisp? Through this mud, we're impounded Is this bliss? The pavement blazes On my back The storm, it's savage Left here on some gra** I shake and shiver Took your wounded hand You sparked and flickered Come back, come back, come back Least expected Seizure of symphony Apoplectic Blind but now can see Unprotected Take me, love, take me Am I graced or grounded? Blessed or burnt to crisp? Through this mud, we're impounded This is bliss