The New Tomorrow

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

Read the headlines 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