In a land of make believe

I open the cover and I turn the leaves.

In my hand there’s a magic rise.

I drink it down and I crystallize.

I’m so fast that I can’t stop

Spinning myself around the clock.

A never-ending joyride.

I drink it down and I crystallize.

Racing for the final verse

I crash into a speeding hearse.

No longer able to crystallize

I have no hope and so I die.

Storybook, come on turn the pages.

Storybook, in a fantasy of our souls.

Triphammer "L.A.R. Studio, May 10, 1970" Reel (Unreleased)