Text: Jefferson Airplane. Crown Of Creation. Ice Cream Phoenix.

You don't know just
When to stop and when to go
City street's in the dead of winter
Stop your mind with dirty snow
Walk at night and
Touch your hand to the golden lights
And let them show
You got shadows disapearing
I'll smile and say
I told you so
Baby, tell me why if you think you know why
People love when there's no tommorow
Still not cry when it's time to go
And still not cry when it's time to go
And Still not cry when it's time to go
You warn your memory
Will echo your sorrow
The pictures of sadness
Are not what they seem
So hold out your smile take
My hand and be happy
These pictures of sadness
Are not all they seem
Are you so old that you've no childhood
Is your timeline so unreal
That all your sunsets
Come in the morning
Baby, tell me how you feel
Shows of books in you mirror reflected
The sidewalks and alleys that you've seen
Show colours change as the images faded
Our magical vanishing memory machine
Baby, tell me how if you think you know how
People love when there's no tommorow
Do people love if there's no tommorow?
And still not cry when they have to go
And still not cry when they have to go
And still not cry when they have to go