We starve, look at one another short of breath,nWalking proudly in our winter coats,nWearing smells from laboratories,nFacing a dying nation of moving paper fantasy,nListening for the new told lies with supreme visions ofnLonely tunes.nSomewhere, inside something, there is a rush ofnGreatness.nWho knows what stands in front of our lives;nI fashion my future on films in space.nSilence tells me secretly everything, everything.nnManchester England, EnglandnManchester England, Englandn(Eyes look your last)nAcross the Atlantic sean(Arms, take your last embrace)nAnd I'm a genius, geniusn(And lips, owe you the 'dors)nI believe in godn(Of breath. seal with a righteous kiss)nAnd I believe that god believes in Claude,n(Seal with a righteous kiss)nThat's me. that's me.n(The rest is silence)nThat's me.n(The rest is silence)nThat's me.n(The rest is silence)nnWe starve, look at one another short of breath,nWalking proudly in our winter coats,nWearing smells from laboratories,nFacing a dying nation of moving paper fantasy,nListening for the new told lies with supreme visions ofnLonely tunes.nnSinging our space songs on a spider web sitar,nlife is around you and in you.nAnswer for Timothy Leary, deary.nnLet the sun shine,nLet the sunshine in,nThe sun shine in.nnLet the sun shine,nLet the sunshine in,nThe sun shine in.nnLet the sun shine,nLet the sunshine in,nThe sun shine in.nnLet the sun shine,nLet the sunshine in,nThe sun shine in.nnLet the sun shine,nLet the sunshine in,nThe sun shine in.