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 . . .