I can’t tell you where I’m going; I’m sailing on a thousand rivers right now.
I can’t put in words exactly what I see when I look into you kaleidoscope eyes.
It’s psychedelic.
All the sounds I love are here taking me higher from the ground.
Surrounding me it’s the distant echo of an orchestra playing a waltz.
It’s psychedelic.
And I’m flying at the speed of sound right into your eyes.
It would be lovely if you like to join me for tea.
The sound from the bells of the tower clock will indicate the time,
The time and place.
No more crying for the transatlantic trauma and the distant shores.
Riding on the London Public Transport Service I will get to you.
It’s psychedelic.
And I’m flying at the speed of sound right into your eyes.
