Del Amitri

Mother Nature's Writing

Del Amitri


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