Текст песни Liz Lawrence - Top Level Joy

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 sеason
That runaway train
Shows up on my birthdays
Despair has no ceiling
And yours still breaks my hеart
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"