I wanted to write a song called cosmic. I wanted to get a view of the Earth. I wanted to be your lonesome cowboy. I wanted to love you till it hurt. .
Things are coming down. Things are coming down I can tell you. Beautiful the sound. Of things coming down 'cause I heard Him say. . Divisions coming down.
I thought that you were driving. But you've given me the wheel. There's rain clouds out there. That you don't wanna feel. . Your anger's like a razor blade.