He speaks to you on frequency 105
Crisp white suit and sneaker-stain smile
All the dreams you made
Laying hands to take the pain away
Behind your eyes, such a canvas of rage
Like holy light, but just a hint of shame
Creature hollow, sunrise and wrong
Why do you need an earpiece to hear the word of your love?
Drained of all your faith
Milk and honey never get you paid
Fellow how such incandescent rage
A man of power, such iridescent pain
You say you reach for a place on high where
Love and life reign
A backyard white Cadillac with the gold plate hubs
And black stained back seat
You say you reach for a place on high where
Love and life reign
A backyard white Cadillac with the gold plate hubs
And black stained back seat
You say you reach for a place on high where
But the dark breeze quietly in
A backyard white Cadillac with the gold plate hubs
And a black stained back seat
