We starve-look at one another short of breath
walking proudly in our winter coats
wearing smells from laboratories
facing a dying nation of moving paper fantasy
listening for the new told lies
with supreme visions of lonely tunes
singing our space songs on a spider web sitar
life is around you and in you
answer from timothy leary deary
let the sunshine in
let the sunshine in
the sunshine in
let the sunshine in
let the sunshine in