Dream on. We can go, sailing in. Found out, voices served, linger on

Round up. I like to say I’d been compensated. The windows shade has left me. Don’t always fight like it’s always been

I like the way that you call my name. It’s coming round like the schoolboys do

Dream on. We can go, sailing in. Find out. Lose yourself, linger on

Rise up. I know it’s wrong, but I like it. I’ll find it, whenever it’s around. An awkward moment when the wrong side of town…