Crater in the sky

I'm searching for you Mr. Drake.
I know you're here somewhere, hiding under a vinyl glare, laughing in those measures that came out such sweetly phrased and so darkly heroic. Like this head is wrapped with this warm blanket and these hands are feeling its way through this velvet padded room-- however soft, your heart still skips a beat. You are who I want to be. Mysterious and doubting, I will find you one day.