Everything is crying out 'This could be your time'
She fell out of the sky
Must every star be 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
Open up your eyes, mother nature's writing to you
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