Well,it's automatic,sens'o'matic, Brothers we are as we laugh in the whirlwind, Glowing,our family is growing, Reaching the size of an ocean of stenghth and sense, Memories coming back to the surfacec, Pure sunshine,no end to the land of art, This is what we get,pure sunshine, This is what we get,pure sunshine, Yes,this is what we get and what we give... Your lies,cannot break my eyes
Well,it's cyco'matic,freak'o'matic, Coulours will melt as to form unspeakable landscapes, Floating,our spirits are humming, Reaching the wisdom and the state of mind Of an elevated consciousness, We are zen for the first time Pure sunshine,no end to the land of art No end for the land of art This is what we get,pure sunshine, This is what we get,pure sunshine, Yes,this is what we get and what we give...
Yes,this is what we get and what we give... Don't want to stand alone Don't want to breathe alone Don't want to be alone Don't want to die alone