Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Liz Lawrence
Liz Lawrence
Vocals
Ali Chant
Ali Chant
Synthesiser
Matt Brown
Matt Brown
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Elizabeth Lawrence
Elizabeth Lawrence
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Liz Lawrence
Liz Lawrence
Engineer
Ali Chant
Ali Chant
Mixing Engineer
Patrick Phillips
Patrick Phillips
Engineer

Lyrics

And 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 'til 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 goin' up And the elevator's goin' up And the elevator's goin' 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 goin' up And the elevator's goin' up And the elevator's goin' 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
Writer(s): Elizabeth Lawrence Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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