We starve, look at one another, short of breathWalking proudly in our winter coatsWearing smells from laboratoriesFacing a dying nation of moving paper fantasyListening for the new told liesWith supreme visions of lonely tunesSomewhere, inside something there is a rush ofGreatness, who knows what stands in front ofOur lives, I fashion my future on films in spaceSilence tells me secretlyEverythingEverythingManchester, England, EnglandManchester, England, EnglandAcross the Atlantic SeaAnd I'm a genius, geniusI believe in GodAnd I believe that God believes in ClaudeThat's me, that's me, that's meWe starve, look at one another, short of breathWalking proudly in our winter coatsWearing smells from laboratoriesFacing a dying nation of moving paper fantasyListening for the new told liesWith supreme visions of lonely tunesSinging our space songs on a spider web sitarLife is around you and in youAnswer for Timothy Leary, dearieLet the sunshine, let the sunshine inThe sunshine inLet the sunshine, let the sunshine inThe sunshine inLet the sunshine, let the sunshine in