The time is coming ripe We are running fast I see you coming closer Closer to the mask
Come closer treat me softly Where can the dreamer be? How far we've come to know How much we've come to see
And when I ask you softly Oh what the real man saw As I hit the roof again Oh what the dreamer saw
The street still screams of garbage thoughts The stain of anxious eyes Still we glimpse the faintest note Of some battered somnambule men
Of the desire to know the wise Fixed notions fashion them Their rules police the street No chance of Latif way
Holed down to crude belief Answer with a childish quip Locked inside a nation's pride To boast the red of freedom blue
They take the purple side I'm told from day to day Tales slipped from behind We're the guards of our mistakes
Often running blind So the dreams that speak in tongues of wine Taint the coming day And if I seem to lag behind Whisper me the way The street still screams
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