Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in, the sun shining!
Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in, the sun shining!
We starve look at one another short of breath,
Walking, walking, proudly in a winter coat,
Wearing, wearing smells from laboratories,
Facing a dying nation of moving paper fantasy,
Listening for a newtold lies
With supreme visions of lonely tunes.
Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in, the sun shining!
Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in, the sun shining!
Somewhere inside, something there’s 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!
Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in, the sun shining!
Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in, the sun shining!
Stokholm, Sweden, Sweden
Across the Baltic Sea
And I’m a genius, genius, genius
(And I believe), and I believe in God,
And I believe that God believes in Jean-Pierre,
That’s me, that’s me, that’s me!
Singing our space songs on a spider web sitar.
Life is around you and in you!
You gotta answer for Army of Lovers!
Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in, the sun shining!
Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in, the sun shining!
Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in, the sun shining!
Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in, the sun shining!