What did I see? Defiance, with a streak of fatigue. Trails running through a garden of scars, ridden with the blooms of new hope. A horizon so far, and so wide, it’s no wonder every new lover was welcomed with the thunder of her pride. What did I see? The debris of walls built and broken to protect that inner child. A wind blowing strong enough to take down an army with a touch so kind. And so now I know. It ’s no wonder they say the way to a woman’s soul are through the win

Is this what it’s called? This fingertip tingling, Right-down-my-spine shivering, The telltale, started-at-my-ears blush. Is my lip actually quivering? Is this what it’s called? The sudden head rush; That moment of “I think I have a new crush” . Complicated but it’s easy, because I gotta keep this hush-hush. Is this what it’s called? Rose-tinted, slightly queasy, You got me feeling the right kinda uneasy. So , is this what you call - - Is this what you call ‘Electricity’?