And if you can feel The cold on your ankles and shiver Then you might be delivered From this walnut state Tinned soup hibernate And 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