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 bu*ton 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