All we monsters think we are divinely born
Our fingers pointed to heaven, we direct our scorn

We're not flying

We're not flying

We're not flying yet

Just naming all the stars

Turning, looking backward as we go
We've been leaving just tracks across the snow

We're all dying

We're all dying

We're all dying, yah

Yah we're dying for the things we left undone
The perfect words
We know we've never spoken
Never spoken

I built up towers to live on through the stone
I was leaving just tracks across the snow
I've been dying

I'm dying

I'm dying, yah

Oh I'm dying for the things I left undone
For everything, a time will come
And all that I thought went on and on
Fade until even the echo's gone

And down comes that snow

Obscuring all of my hope
Covering everything I know
Covering all of my hope

Just to be loved

Just to be loved

Just to be loved

Just to be loved

Just to be loved not covered over by snow, yah
Creeping down it softly comes
Leaves no trace of what once was at all
Covers all that I've done
Filling in all of the holes
Oh, and the glass is breaking
And all the beliefs are shaking
Even the future that you're making
In time will leave you forsaken

Oh now this vertigo you feel is brought on
By this dizzy, spinning sun
It's not long 'till our time is done
And we embrace the dreamless oblivion

We monsters think we are divinely borne
Our fingers pointing to heaven we direct our scorn

We're not flying

We're not flying

We're not flying

Just naming all the stars

The Manchurian Candidate (1962)
Yen Lo: Normally conditioned American
Cannot possibly feel guilt
He cannot possibly give himself away
An outwardly normal, productive, sober
And respected member of the community entirely police-proof
His brain has not only been washed, as they say...
It has been dry-cleaned