By my honour I will race the setting sun
Starless downers, am I listening? Not to one
Golden crayons that they give me when I'm done
Love the headlines but the drawing's just as fun
Violet skylines in my mind already made
Mahler's Fifth sees me atop the coming age
Wrote the future and I whispered every page
I'm no Sufi but they're calling me a sage
I know the secrets of the show
Learned them sound
When in dreams I leave the ground
I wake and then they call me Duke Faruq
By my honour I will race the setting sun
The “luck” of winning is the knowing that you've won
Golden crayons that they give me when I'm done
Love the headlines but the drawing's just as fun
I know the secrets of the show
Learned them sound
When in dreams I leave the ground
I wake and then they call me Duke Faruq