Acid cloaked rain hits the freeway.
Mimes put on costumes at night.
Shadows rise up from the water
(wraiths blocking out red street lights).
Neon diamonds veil sick rooftops
while gold chandeliers crash down.
The moon hangs from a wire
as this city starts to drown...
And that's why I love your ocean
when it rinses life away.
So hate me like casino lights
or bring back yesterday. |