The New Tomorrow Lyrics - Hot Dreams - Timber Timbre

Clairvoyant divination 

A hoax no one could write 

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 

Gladys Davis, his 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