Galatea

All the songs, the ivory Floats around so peacefully and fulfill the scenery In my time In the grass, 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 pass it on In my time My peace of mind