the magic man has taken my dreams
i thought i could have it made
i caught spiders and monsters
swinging from my lampshade

so many things unpaid
it is a compromise
that leaves me like weak glue

caricatures are there in my sleep
of distorted people
waning like tarmac in the heat
i open my eyes to an even less real world

i must be here
where else can i be
you must remember
we can only ever be us

catch a cab out of the city
in this troubled reality, never set foot
catch a jet at the airport
keep on running

i need you
i need everyone
to stop me being down