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A process by which nitrogen is returned to the soil: a love songOn the seventh year I let my fields lay fallow just like the Torah told me toBut my zeal became fear of a shallow grave for my poor old youthBecause I need nitrogen and I don't want to waitFor the slow working medicine of bacteria to damage the tapeAnd I need lightning, a thunderclap in recoilI need lightning, lightning to replenish my soilOn the eighth year my fields were ready for a new rotation of cropsAs the dry damaged earth had healed over, now able to accept water dropsBut I still needed nitrogen and I don't wanna waitFor the slow working medicine of bacteria to damage the tapeYou are my lightning, a thunderclap in recoilI need lightning, lightning to replenish my soilThere was a drought and my fields felt the sun's raysEvery morning and every nightCoyotes ate up the saplings and I was too tired to fightAnd it was disheartening, a harvest without a hueUntil I could bring myself into my fieldYes I took oxygen right out of your lungsBecause it was evident that there was farming to be doneSo I say goodnight again cuz it's getting lateAnd it takes time for elements to fall right into placeThe sky is bright again with the crackling hissAnd I see lightning every time we kiss From Letras Mania