Risingson

（Vowles, Del naja, Marshall, Reed, Seeger）

I seen you go down to a cold mirror

It was never clearer in my era so

You lick a shine upon your forehead or

Check it by the signs in the corridor

You light my ways through the club maze

We would struggle through the dub daze

I see myself in there upon my lover

It's how you go down to the men's room sink

Sad we talk of how madmen think

I see myself in there upon my lover

I don't know her from another miss

I don't know you from another

See me run now you're gone...dream on

Why you want to take me to this party and breathe

I'm dying to leave

Every time we grind we know we severed lines

Where have all those flowers gone

Long time passing

Why you keep me testing, keep me tasking

You keep on asking

Toy-like people make me boy-like

Toy-like people make me boy-like

They're invisible, when the trip it flips

They get physical, way below my lips

And everything you got hoi-polloi like

Now you're lost and you're lethal

And now's about the time you gotta leave all

These good people...dream on

Nicer than the bird up in the tree top

Cheaper than the chip inside my lap top

All the variations you could do with me

Nicer than the girl up in a mind you free

Automatic crystal remote control,

They come to move your soul

You're gonna fade into the background

Like a better smoke'll bring you back round

Like a man slide inside you my dear

Your cheap beer's filled with crocodile tears

See 'em run now you're gone...dream on

Toy-like people make me boy-like

Toy-like people make me boy-like

I found a reason

I found a reason

Dream on

Dream on

Dream on

END