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...