Initials
We starve-look at one another short of breat
walking proudly in our winter coat
wearing smells from laboratorie
facing a dying nation of moving paper fantas
listening for the new told lie
with supreme visions of lonely tune
singing our space songs on a spider web sita
life is around you and in yo
answer from timothy leary dear
let the sunshine i
let the sunshine i
the sunshine i
let the sunshine in . .
let the sunshine in . . .