Texty: Moody Blues. In Search Of The Lost Chord. The Word.

This garden universe vibrates complete
Some may get a sound so sweet
Vibrations reach on up to become light
And then through gamma, out of sight

Between the eyes and ears there lie
The sounds of color and the light of a sigh
And to hear the sun, what a thing to believe

But it's all around if we could but perceive
To know ultra violet, infra-red and X-rays
Beauty to find in so many ways

Two notes of the chord, that's our full scope
But to reach the chord is our life's hope
And to name the chord is important to some
So they give a word and the word is Om