Liz Lawrence - Top Level Joy Lyrics

If you can feel

The cold on your ankles and shiver

Then you might be delivered

From this walnut state

Tinned soup hibernate



Don't you go swimming at high tide

Wait till the sand stretches wide

Then that's time, that's time



If you can lie with a child on your chest

Turning the earth of your heart

Then that's a start

That's a start



Hit the high striker

Top level joy, top level joy, top level joy

Hit the high striker

Top level joy, top level joy, top level joy



Sorrow has a season

That runaway train

Shows up on my birthdays

Despair has no ceiling

And yours still breaks my heart

Joan of Arc

Joan of Arc



And the elevator's going up

And the elevator's going up

And the elevator's going up



Hit the high striker

Top level joy, top level joy, top level joy

Hit the high striker

Top level joy, top level joy, top level joy



If you can shape and you bend

If you can shape and you bend

Then you're on the mend

Oh you're on the mend



And when the time is right

Gently prise and gently prise

Then fight, fight, fight



And the elevator's going up

And the elevator's going up

And the elevator's going up



Hit the high striker

Top level joy, top level joy, top level joy

Hit the high striker

Top level joy, top level joy, top level joy