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 'cos 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...