Someone told me long ago, Before the acid rain. Where strawberry fields are forever dazed, And colours never fade. I know... it’s been coming for some time. I want to know... have you seen the purple haze? I want to know... through the golden cosmic craze. Coming down... in a kaleidoscopic blaze. When it’s over so they say, The electric lady sighs. A tangerine dream in a velvet sky, With diamonds in her eyes. Fast and slow... the stars begin to flow. I want to know... have you seen the purple haze? I want to know... through the golden cosmic craze. Coming down... in a kaleidoscopic blaze. Yesterday and days before, The sun was made of brass. But now the moon is a silver coin, Upon the garden grass. I know... it’s coming down like glass. I want to know... have you seen the purple haze? I want to know... through the golden cosmic craze. Coming down... in a kaleidoscopic blaze. Coming down... the golden craze...
