Brushed With Oil, Dusted With Powder

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 shit, "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 shit, "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 

  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 shit, "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