Top Level Joy
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
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
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Writer(s): Elizabeth Lawrence
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