The New Tomorrow

Claim for your divination
A hoax no one could right
Absorbing information
Sleeping on Bibles at night
Edgar never took a dollar
In loosening his collar
In a state of self-hypnosis
He makes his diagnosis

Yes, we see the body of my love
Oh, my love

Christian mystic, x-ray vision
A trance by graded mind
His eyelids start to flutter
Richter hit that spanning time
A moonlighting photographer
That is Davis's stenographer
He dreamt a world war fire
Dreamt a river of Sahara

Yes, we see the body
Yes, we see the body of my love
Oh, my love