Galatea

All the songs, the ivory Floats around so peacefully and fulfill the scenery In my time In the gra*s, the ogre is slayed The fragile moment of the day No need to stay, I know I've paid In my time Close inside the electric tower In the centre a white centaur Afraid of life, the sweet and sour In my time Halfway to centurion Northwest of Babylon The map is complete, I'll pa*s it on In my time My peace of mind