Timeless

And sat on beaches when children play

The mountain sky as long as day

And spied on people's timid dreams

And countless sands and endless green

And crystal bead-words in her eyes

How all the dead words made you high

In perfumed plains, a seabird flies

You and I... we'll make great friends

In distant messages I've read

In traveling bands and strangers' beds

A butterfly flies so amused

Like from her hair in crimson hues

And crystal bead-words in her eyes

How the dead words made you high

In perfumed plains, the seabird flies

You and I, you and I... we'll make great friends

We'll make great friends

And psychedelic, electric rain

It gently falls through her brain

Young flower nightfall closed her hands

Her tripper ship, it touched the sand

And crystal bead-words in her eyes

How the dead words made you high

In perfumed plains, the seabird flies

You and I, you and I... 

But in the forest

And twisted in colors

Tossed in the mirrors

In leaping laughter

I need a miracle

I need a miracle

I need a miracle...