The Sun is setting on the horizon Here comes the man In the white coat To cure all your delusions He's slowly taking his belt off And coming into your life The Sun is setting on the horizon Here comes the man On the white horse He is the larynx of your voice The water's boiling on the stove As your blanket falls to the floor The Sun is setting on the horizon Your lying naked Next to your blanket Your tears are falling free to the floor Your body bruised Your mind aching For the man The man in the white coat The Sun is setting on your horizon