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

Somewhere
inside something there is a rush of greatness
Who knows what stands in front of Our lives
I fashion my future on films in space
Silence tells me secretly
Everything; Everything...
..The rest is silence ...the rest is silence..

Singing; our space songs on a spider web sitar
Life is around you and in you
Answer for Timothy Leary, Dearie

"Flesh Failures" - Hair