Song For A Dead Girl

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...