Open up your eyes, 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