I'm 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 I'm dreaming of a light, and it comes from your head   'cause you move just like you're 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