Tables Are Turned - Amon Düül II

Above your head

Church bells explode

And you jump over fountains

And you don’t see

The birds in the trees

They all have turned to the mountains

There is a snake in your bathroom

And a tiger at your door

And if you open up your mailbox

Locusts fall on the floor, fall on the floor

Fall on the floor, fall 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

Fall on the floor, fall on the floor