The New Tomorrow کے بول

Claim for your divination A hoax no one could right Absorbing information Sleeping on Bibles at night Edgar never took a dollar In loosening his collar In a state of self-hypnosis He makes his diagnosis Yes, we see the body of my love Oh, my love Christian mystic, x-ray vision A trance by graded mind His eyelids start to flutter Richter hit that spanning time A moonlighting photographer That is Davis's stenographer He dreamt a world war fire Dreamt a river of Sahara Yes, we see the body Yes, we see the body of my love Oh, my love