Who is the man behind the sunglasses?
He's stepping through the dark into the holiest of parts
And you can't tear him from your heart
To find a summer's day
Or a Joan of Arc
Or an artery in the cabaret
With the big black car and the getaway
I'm gonna make you stay
You have set me free
From me
If your god is dead
Then why the heavy head?
If you don't know his name