Brushed with Oil， Dusted with Powder - Scritti Politti

Brushed with oil dusted with powder
The day began to decline
A broken door hotel bedroom
The sun cut through the blind (oh but I tell you)
The officer asked "how did it start "
Oh sh*t "you I wish I knew" I said
"On Highbury Fields the Westside Highway
Or here in the Hollywood hills"
In a black and white to Orange County
The sky was a beautiful blue
A pack of lights 'n' some keys they found there
They wondered how much I knew (oh but I tell you)
The officer asked "how did it start "
Oh sh*t "you knew I wish I knew" I said
"On Highbury Fields the Westside Highway
Or here in the Hollywood hills"
And yes it's over
And yes oh the powerful have found me
It was beautiful to see
It was how I'm meant to be
It was love no matter what they say
It's wonderful to be here
Abraham my father had a girl he called his angel
I made my excuses and I like the way it feels
The officer asked "how did it start "
Oh sh*t "you I wish I knew" I said
"On Highbury Fields the Westside Highway
Or here in the Hollywood hills"
And yes it's over
And yes oh the powerful have found me
It was beautiful to see
It was how I'm meant to be
It was love no matter what they say
It's wonderful to be here