And sat on beaches where children play
The mountain sky as long as day
And spied on people's timid dreams
And countless sands and endless schemes
Crystal bead-words in your eyes
How the dead words made you high
In perfumed plains your seabird flies
But you and I ... We'll make great friends
In distant messages I've read
In travelling bands and stranger's beds ...
A butterfly flies so amused
lights from her hair in crimson hues
Crystal bead-words in your eyes
How the dead words made you high
In perfumed plains your seabird flies
But you and I You and I...
We'll make great friends
We'll make great friends
A psychedelic electric rain
It gently falls thru her brain
Young flower nightfall closed her hands
Her tripper ship it touched the sand
And crystal bead-words in your eyes
How the dead words made you high
In perfumed plains your seabird flies
But you and I You and I...
But in the forest
Indis???? Colors????
Tossed in mirrors
In leaping laughter
I need a miracle
I need a miracle I need a miracle
I need a miracle I need a miracle
I need a miracle I need a miracle...