Into the light, I wonder
Dreaming of youth
And the signs
From down under
Dousing the truth
In leather
And polish the sequins
Of astral weather
By fire, his Mojo's Risin'
Makes good of his spirit
No surprises
A prisoner smiled
As he laid
Drowning in stardust
Lemonade
In your skin, I feel fine
And these eyes are your mind
In the sun, I'm alive
The rabbit is out of the basket
Imprisoned his soul
On his sleeve made of plastic
You'll stay in your crystal closet
The memory stays
With the one who recalls it
In your skin, I'm alive
And his eyes are like mine
In the sun, I'm divine