The Dead Science - Black Lane lyrics

You may not have a car at all Gangster white walls So you'll walk all the way home Though your body yearns to lay down anywhere Those eyes you meet, offending windowpanes Will stay consigned to the night You'll wake up, in your bed again A dull and soaring white The eight horses wearing trappings as black as the night Dressed in black were the drivers In black bows their whips were tied A carriage with eight horses will carry you away You'll wake up, in your bed again A dull and soaring gray