The Children of the summer's end
Gathered in the dampened grass
We played Our songs and felt the London sky

Resting on our hands
It was God's land
It was ragged and naive

It was Heaven

Touch, We touched the very soul

Of holding each and every life
We claimed the very source of joy ran through
It didn't, but it seemed that way

I kissed a lot of people that day

Oh, to capture just one drop of all the ecstasy that swept that

afternoon
To paint that love
upon a white balloon

And fly it from
the topest top of all the tops
That man has pushed beyond his brain

Satori must be something
just the same


We scanned the skies with rainbow eyes and saw machines of every
shape and size
We talked with tall Venusians passing through

And Peter tried to climb aboard but the Captain shook his
head
And away they soared

Climbing through
the ivory vibrant cloud
Someone passed some bliss among the crowd

And We walked back to the road, unchained

"The Sun Machine is Coming Down, and We're Gonna Have a Party

The Sun Machine is Coming Down, and We're Gonna Have a Party
The Sun Machine is Coming Down, and We're Gonna Have a Party
The Sun Machine is Coming Down, and We're Gonna Have a Party

The Sun Machine is Coming Down, and We're Gonna Have a
Party."