Galatea

All the songs, the ivoryFloats around so peacefullyand fulfill the sceneryIn my timeIn the grass, the ogre is slayedThe fragile moment of the dayNo need to stay, I know I've paidIn my timeClose inside the electric towerIn the centre a white centaurAfraid of life, the sweet and sourIn my timeHalfway to centurionNorthwest of BabylonThe map is complete, I'll pass it onIn my timeMy peace of mind