Open up your eyes,

Everything is crying out this could be your time

She fell out of the sky,

Must every star been working on

Heavenly designs



A crooked line of lightning, a silent movie moon

Mother nature's writing to you



So button up your lip

You don't get many chances in the time between the tides.

The weather's rolling in

In a minute flat you'll be soaking wet

So kiss her while it's dry



A crooked line of lightning, a silent movie moon

Mother nature's writing to you


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