And a Song for Los Angeles She Wants Revenge
Somber southern The streets are cold eyes Watching ahead of them With no good reason to not break down she sighs And stares at the overpass Full of all the reasons she s leaving town she swears That it will be better then If only she could see it ll follow her always And then it s suddenly overpass. Love your troubled ways We can make them all mine Santa Ana s blowing stories cross the skyline Of a city that the angels found it fit to name Against the black shine A million little white lights Afraid to merge so we hide behind late nights And the voices crying Lover, it ll be Feelyoung city of privilege, make believe Until it becomes true Follow in the traces of someone else s lies But it doesn t become you She said, it s not a full moon yet, and her body it seems to agree As I vow to the stars on the sidewalk Though I don t know what you hope to see
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