Children of the summer's end
Gathered in the dampened grass
We played our songs and felt the London sky
Resting on our hands, it was God's land
It was ragged and naive, it was heaven
Touch we touched the very source
Of holding each and every life
We swore the very source of joy came through
It didn't but it seemed that way
I kissed a lot of people that day
Oh, to capture just one drop of all the ecstasy
That swept that afternoon
And paint it on a white balloon
And fly it from the toppest top of all the tops
That man has pushed beyond his brain
So tall he must be something just the same
The Sun Machine is coming down
And we're gonna have a party, uh-huh-huh
The Sun Machine is coming down
And we're gonna have a party, uh-huh-huh
The Sun Machine is coming down
We're gonna have a party, uh-huh-huh
The Sun Machine is coming down
And we're gonna have a party, uh-huh-huh
The Sun Machine is coming down, uh-uh-uh
The Sun Machine is coming down, uh-uh-uh
Let me hear you now
The Sun Machine is coming down
And we're gonna have a party, uh-huh-huh
The Sun Machine is coming down
And we're gonna have a party, uh-huh-huh
The Sun Machine is coming down
And we're gonna have a party, uh-huh-huh
The Sun Machine is coming down
Uh-uh-oh-oh-oh yeah
