Risingson

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



© Koos Swart 2013