I've 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 [bad word] through the dub daze

I sink myself in hair upon my lover
It's how you go down to the men's room sink
Sad we talk if how madmen think
I sink myself in hair upon my lover
I don't know her from another miss
I don't know you from another
See [bad word] now you're gone...dream on

Daddy 

Why you want to take me to this party and breathe
I'm dying for leave
Every time we grind you know we sever lines
Where have all those flowers gone
Long time passing
Why you keep me testing, keep me tasking
You keep on asking

3d

Toy-like people make me boy-like
Toy-like people make me boy-like
They're invisible, when the trip it flips
They get physical, way below my lips
And everything you got (is) hoi-poloi like
Now you're lost and you're lethal
And now's about atomic you gotta leave all
These good people...dream on

Nicer than the bird up in the tree top
Cheaper than the chip inside my laptop
All the variations you could do with me
Nicer than the girl up in your mind you're free

Daddy 

Automatic crystal remote control,
 [bad word] to move your soul

3d

You kinda fade into the background
Like a better smoke'll bring you back round
Like a man slide inside you, my dear,
Your cheap beer's filled with crocodile tears
See [bad word] now you're gone...dream on

Toy-like people make me boy-like
Toy-like people make me boy-like

I found to do something
I found to do something

Dream on
Dream on
Dream on