Richard Dawson - Bolt Lyrics

I'm in the hall on the phone,

Jen's in her room watching Neighbours,

Dad's in the bath whistling,

Mam's on the sofa reading yesterday's paper.



When suddenly the house is lit to every corner

By a stupendous burst of all-seeing light



The bolt left its cloud,

Scribbled miles down

An empty page of heaven,

Landed on our roof,

Leapt from room to room,

And vanished with a deafening boom.



Diminished chord of panicked screams,

A smell in the air like chlorine,

Cacophony of barking dog and burglar alarm,

A scorch-mark in the centre of my trembling palm.



I stare bewildered at the telephone hanging from the wall,

Now a flower of charred and twisted beige.



It was only a wrong number -

I'd just hung up the call.

That was so close. You were so close.

I almost recognised your voice.