Song | ...And A Song For Los Angeles |
Artist | She Wants Revenge |
Album | This Is Forever |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Sinner(?) 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 alright... " | |
Feel-young 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 | |
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 alright... " | |
She misses the seasons | |
And stay at home nights | |
Now you should have seen her | |
Bathed in sunset red lights | |
Please tell her I love her | |
But the city won't change | |
It's cold and unflinching | |
Ever lovely and strange | |
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 alright... " | |
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 alright... " |
Sinner? 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 alright... " | |
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 | |
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 alright... " | |
She misses the seasons | |
And stay at home nights | |
Now you should have seen her | |
Bathed in sunset red lights | |
Please tell her I love her | |
But the city won' t change | |
It' s cold and unflinching | |
Ever lovely and strange | |
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 alright... " | |
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 alright... " |
Sinner? 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 alright... " | |
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 | |
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 alright... " | |
She misses the seasons | |
And stay at home nights | |
Now you should have seen her | |
Bathed in sunset red lights | |
Please tell her I love her | |
But the city won' t change | |
It' s cold and unflinching | |
Ever lovely and strange | |
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 alright... " | |
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 alright... " |