Tables Are Turned

Above your head
Church bells explode
And you jump over fountains
And you don't see
The birds in the trees
They have all turned to the mountains

There is a snake in your bathroom
And a tiger at your door
And if you open up the mailbox
Locusts fall on the floor, on the floor

But in your eyes
I see a sunbeam
Like the rising sun of dawn
On your finger's a ring of crystal
Like the cry of a flying swan
In your right hand nothing more is left than a shadow
In your left hand you hold a letter from the girl on the road

There is a tree in your bathroom
And a friend at your door
And if you open up the mailbox
Stars fall on the floor, fall on the floor