I breathe the air in a century of wonder
I can hear it now, in darkness, ivory birds
Gorgeous machines, the sound they made like thunder
The gardens drink, honey jewels and rapids
The pageants passed down avenues of splendour
On long afternoons, by enchanted ways
'pon elephants, so well I do remember

Lords and priests and talking beasts
Golden carts and telepaths
Crystal skulls and screaming gulls
Women glow tattooed with woe
Coloured mists of amethyst
Memories strong and days were long
Dragons glide on mountainside
Mandrake root, angel fruit
Sighing winds on silver skins
Asian transubstantion
Unicorns, electric storms
Junes and moons and afternoons
Dream police determine the peace