Lightning turns sand to glass
And a mirror is just glass with silver on its back
Oh, I must have made a magic mirror from scratch
For your face to appear
Or how did I get good luck for seven years?

My hands jangle like pennies
And my whole damn life before you was one dark tunnel
And I HELD MY BREATH
As I waited for you to arrive

Oh, how is this my life?
Oh, how’d I get to be this lucky?

Lightning turns sand to glass
And a mirror is just glass with silver on its back
Oh I must have made a magic mirror from scratch
For your face to appear
Or how did I get good luck for seven years?

Must have thrown salt like rice at a wedding
Must have gotten up on the right side of the bedding
All our DREAMS OF LOVE
Are the apple of Fatima’s eye

Oh, how is this my life?
Oh, how’d I get to be this lucky?

Lightning strikes turn sand to glass
The lightning is transformative, the lightning is a blast
Mirrors are reflective and reflection is best done at a quarter to one, or two or three
The image staring back at me is wondering what I did to deserve this winning streak?
A stroke of good luck at last (I’m thunderstruck)
A stroke of good luck at last (I’m thunderstruck)

I must have spit at the right evil spirit
Silent eyelash wish so only your heart’ll hear it
Unbent my HORSESHOE BACK
You shore up the cracks in my life

Seven years is just a slice
Of the rest of our lives