The Light From A Cake - Camper Van Beethoven

Im alternating between heavy and light

Between meaning and nonsense

And having a drink

I have counted all the lines on the road

Between here and los angeles

That pass straight below

And Im dreaming of a light, and it comes from your head

cause you move just like youre a train

Not like a car, no, no, it would never be the same

And the light from your eyes is like the light from a cake

I was thinking of a cake

To lift off this burden

To lighten this weight

One sweet little cake

Dervishes run the head of a pin

We are sleeping like angels

And living like devils again

And I am waiting for the heaviness in the air to break

And reveal some small, irrelevant truth

cause we move like we are suspended in ether

And the light from your eyes spills from the moon