Red Car

Red car licking flame down neon-soaked streets,
leaves me stranded in white vapor
and it feels like dreaming.

Standing under cool blues raining down from rooftops,
pouring out of open windows
feels like leaving.

There's an angel living in an ivory tower;
she burns like Vulcan's fire.
She keeps a golden cat tied to a platinum chain
but he still sleeps with one eye open
'cause he knows that she's not tame.
He lays no blame.
She's his atonement. He is her sin.

Standing under cool blues raining down from rooftops,
pouring out of open windows.
Feels like leaving.

Red car licking flame
down neon-soaked streets
leaves me stranded in white vapor
and it feels like dreaming.

Over in the alley that's where John lives,
backed against a wall.
Ragged fingernails and clothes -
he was us once, such a long, long time ago.

He prays for love and for forgiveness.
He prays for all the passers by.
He prays his Mother,
will come to take him home.
Those tears are blood, they're invocations.
See how he's pinned?
No one's going to take him in.

Standing under cool blues raining down from rooftops,
pouring out of windows.
Feels like leaving.

Red car, neon-soaked, white vapor dream.
Feels like dying, crying, dreaming.
Feels like leaving.