Del Amitri
"Mother Nature's Writing"

Open up your eyes,
Everything is crying out 'This could be your time'
She fell out of the sky
Must every star be working on heavenly designs

A crooked line of lightning
A silent movie moon
Mother nature's writing to you

So button up your lip
You don't get many chances in the time between the tides
The weather's rolling in
In a minute flat you'll be soaking wet, so kiss her while it's dry

A crooked line of lightning, a silent movie moon
Mother nature's writing to you

Open up your eyes, mother nature's writing to you