Don’t dismantle my dream world,
The theatre of the mind is very important...

Time knows the secrets of your past.
Anthologies of your memorise...

How did normal become abnormal?
Pronouns, names for things now up for change...

The sands of time running through my fingers
I am ready to make glass [pass the soda and lime...

Lying in my bed, surfing my mind
Blasting a hole in the night time fog...

I Have been walking down this road for so long,
Searching for faith to feed my sole...

No reason to get excited
The ground is not going to fall away...

There is always a song being played.
Music is food for the soul...

Lily white! on this a sunny African day.
Used feel like home, now the back foot only...

I am, out here on my own.
Flat lining...

Africa my home, my love of life
If I could only fly like a cloud...

Gone the age of the innocent
Taken near on seven decades to get me here...