PSYCHEDELIA

She's a cloud whispered loud
In a gingham dress and shroud
She's a bell, in heaven's swell
In those yellow days I fell for
Psychedelia

When she  walked like a child
Past the grasses green and wild
Past the colors of my days
When I wished it all away---
Psychedelia

She's a name carved in wood
For a hundred years she stood
Search through time for Cupid's bow
Through the wind and through the snow
Psychedelia

PSYCHEDELIA


I let the cold light shine me through
Let my eyes obscure my view
Lost the music lost the tune
Fell from cloudland when I lost you
Psychedelia

PSYCHEDELIA

She's a cloud whispered loud
From the forest to the crowd
In my mind the faintest bell
Oh the golden days I fell for
Psychedelia

If I held you in my arms
Could I pull us both from harm?
Wear it well my sleeper cell
They say only time will tell
Psychedelia

PSYCHEDELIA

© Chris LeRoy  November 29, 2012 
Published by New West Crash Music/ASCAP