Sunglasses

And I feel, there's a revolution going on right here
And who knows all the truth that might be exposed
And I feel that the end is nowhere near
Through these black windows nothing seems clear
Sunglasses, Bowie on the radio, black cabrio, sun in the rear window
And the river flows quietly
Not many cars on the highway, on Sunday, his getaway day
Opening scene of a movie, where he looks free, cause he's free
Now he's walking down the street, he'd put on his sunglasses, but he left them on the seat
Sun's shining, and he closed his eyes, while everybody clearly sees
With their eyes open what a weirdo he has always been
Everything was fine, till he got out of his car
He just went for groceries and now he's running for his life
And they're chasing him but they don't know why
And I feel, there's a revolution going on right here
And who knows all the truth that might be exposed
And I feel that the end is nowhere near
Through these black windows, through these black windows
Sunglasses, Bowie on the radio
Black cabrio, nobody in the rear window
And the river flows quietly