Mr. President — Up 'n away

Up'n away, we need a place to hide Gonna get up, gonna get up Up'n away, we gonna fly so high Gonna get up, gonna get up I wanna get away, wanna get up and get away I wanna get away, wanna get up and get away I wanna get away, wanna get up and get away I wanna get away, gonna get up, gonna get up Souls may fly, visions blur deep as any dancetrack you've heard Blowing storms as I tell smacking some funk on a dance realm Blasting brains he wants in If you may ask who it is? It's dancefloor knocking, my sibliminual name Sir Prophet My quest success from the stars has torn me adn my flame apart But there's a creation by man That can bring us back together again Second and minutes, minutes from hours From days all the way up to weeks Dying from the crime of time Slipping down through the hour glass as I speak Europe and America Thousands of miles, yes, between the two The creation of man I can fly will bring me back to you No more sad times, our passion will return today Tonight I will feel you cause baby I can fly up and away Finally we've been asked, to shift into a dancing climax Heavy rain, the deepest snow, can't Stop the sound of dance floor Now the flavored flow has hit ya, so I say you best remember The force that will keep us high Up 'n away...