Besedila: Hair. Let The Shunshine In.

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 . . .