The Sun is setting on the horizon

Here comes the man
In the white coat
To cure all your delusions
He's slowly taking his belt off
And coming into your life

The Sun is setting on the horizon

Here comes the man
On the white horse
He is the larynx of your voice
The water's boiling on the stove
As your blanket falls to the floor

The Sun is setting on the horizon

Your lying naked
Next to your blanket
Your tears are falling free to the floor
Your body bruised
Your mind aching
For the man
The man in the white coat

The Sun is setting on your horizon