The Light From a Cake – Camper Van Beethoven – letras

I’m alternating between heavy and lightBetween meaning and nonsenseAnd having a drinkI have counted all the lines on the roadBetween here and Los AngelesThat pass straight belowAnd I’m dreaming of a light, and it comes from your head’Cause you move just like you’re a trainNot like a car, no, no, it would never be the sameAnd the light from your eyes is like the light from a cakeI was thinking of a cakeTo lift off this burdenTo lighten this weightOne sweet little cakeDervishes run the head of a pinWe are sleeping like angelsAnd living like devils againAnd I am waiting for the heaviness in the air to breakAnd reveal some small, irrelevant truth’Cause we move like we are suspended in ether