Lid In The Mushroom
Standing beneath a mystic moon
Looking through another door
Distortion of time and sense I find I'm in a primal state
of mind
Sitting in the mushroom
There's a mirror on the wall
You can see the condition of us all
And I wanna turn you on
Zig zag lines of very bright colours
They all seem to move at last
Colossal bird claw carved in stone you know
Reminding me I'll never be alone
Sitting in the mushroom
There's a mirror on the wall
You can see the condition of us all
And I wanna turn you on
