Electric dreams of tangerine

Come floating through my night, it seems

They fill my mind with strands of gold

And strange worlds from the days of old

My eyes behold a wondrous light

That fills my soul with sweet delight

Delight for things of mystery

And magic thoughts of blasphemy

 

But then, the light, it seems to fade

And thus, it ends my escapade

My journey into the unknown

Must flee before the morning comes

 

And I awake to just my room

Full of its monotonous gloom

But something in my memory gleams

A jewel of new and sacred scenes

So through my days, I wait for night

To feel it’s endless electric delight