topsy

It's midnight, you see those clouds

They crash and burn across the yellow sky

So know when to take cover

You know you're a target of your atmosphere

When the world stops turning, everyone is singing

Hallelujah, here comes God down raining

It's topsy-turvy here, there's no doubt, sir

And I'm screaming for some R and R

You hear that, you like that sound

Boulders collide and you're as quiet as you want