Imagine life inside the Sun Machine.
To be there is like floating,
to be there is to dream.
I'd love to fly, I'd love to hear you scream.
Set me on fire, I want to feel you
before you drift away
again.
Be careful with that fire, you Sun Machine.
Make sure your flames
don't hurt my painted dream.
I'd love to bum, I'd love to hear you scream,
But before you explode, won't you kiss me.
so I drift away
again.
"Come to Crowley, come to Crowley.
Crowley waits, to turn you on."