There\'s this beautiful thing about love
When houses crumble down at the sight
of me
And the sky begins to scream,
Oh what a lovely voice it seems!
The rage that carries on,
Ten thousand years in the making
it seems
For love is a magical story...
And a boy and a girl falls in love
And there is poetry up above,
For love is the love of a dove
Caught up in hypnotic smoke...
Marijuana seems to be an atomic play
Caught up in psychedelic psychosis,
Behold the children that save the world!
I want to lie in my bed and cry
Such a revolution bemuses me
I want to die alone;
And all the pretty flowers sing and
dance,
Oh what is the philosophy of romance?
I am a woman of many wars
Facing time for all of my crimes
I fall in line with the rest,
And all the pretty flowers sing
For all eternity,
At last I am high!
Let the buildings fall and fly!
For all the rest are hunky-dory
Which window do I open?
Let me jump off the ledge
Then all of my problems will be over,
I want to die in my bed
Alone;
And all the poetry will die
And my soul shall melt,
I want to die
Alone.