The Children of the summer's end
  Gathered in the dampened grass
  We played Our songs and felt the London sky
  Resting on our hands
  It was God's land
  It was ragged and naive
  It was Heaven
    Touch, We touched the very soul
  Of holding each and every life
  We claimed the very source of joy ran through
  It didn't, but it seemed that way
  I kissed a lot of people that day
    Oh, to capture just one drop of all the ecstasy that swept that afternoon
  To paint that love
  upon a white balloon
  And fly it from
  the topest top of all the tops
  That man has pushed beyond his brain
  Satori must be something
  just the same
    We scanned the skies with rainbow eyes and saw machines of every shape and size
  We talked with tall Venusians passing through
  And Peter tried to climb aboard but the Captain shook his head
  And away they soared
  Climbing through
  the ivory vibrant cloud
  Someone passed some bliss among the crowd
  And We walked back to the road, unchained
    "The Sun Machine is Coming Down, and We're Gonna Have a Party
  The Sun Machine is Coming Down, and We're Gonna Have a Party
  The Sun Machine is Coming Down, and We're Gonna Have a Party
  The Sun Machine is Coming Down, and We're Gonna Have a Party
  The Sun Machine is Coming Down, and We're Gonna Have a Party."