The children of the summer's end gathered in the dampened grass   We played our songs and felt the London sky   resting on our hands -- it was God's land   It was ragged and naive -- it was Heaven   Touch, we touched the very soul    of holding each and every life   We claimed the very source of joy ran through   It didn't, but it seemed that way   I kissed a lot of people that day   Oh, to capture just one drop of all the ecstasy   that swept that afternoon   To paint that love upon a white balloon   And fly it from the toppest top of all the tops that man has pushed   beyond his brain   Satori must be something just the same   We scanned the skies with rainbow eyes and saw machines   of every shape and size   We talked with tall Venusians passing through   And Peter tried to climb aboard but the Captain shook his head   and away they soared,   Climbing through the ivory vibrant cloud   Someone passed some bliss among the crowd   and we walked back to the road, unchained      The Sun Machine is Coming Down, and We're Gonna Have a Party...