In Search of the Lost Chord

Timothy Leary's dead. No, no, no, no, He's outside looking in. Timothy Leary's dead. No, no, no, no, He's outside looking in. He'll fly his astral plane, Takes you trips around the bay, Brings you back the same day, Timothy Leary. Timothy Leary. Timo

The rain is on the roof. Hurry high, butterfly, As clouds roll past my head. I know why the skies all cry. Om. Om. Heaven. Om. The Earth turns slowly round. Far away, the distant sound Is with us everyday. Can you hear what it says? Om. Om. Heaven. O

And the call of her eyes makes waterfalls Of me, of me In the garden of her love I'll stay awhile To be, to be What the seeds of her thoughts once mean to me Visions of paradise, cloudless skies I see Rainbows on the hill, blue onyx on the sea And th