| I can see her through the water, the snow, that you learn it from me,
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| I’m a mirror
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| The good ones will pick you up when you’re down and out
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| I miss L.A. like a fever
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| I miss driving around smoking reefer
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| Tell my friends that I’ll make my way out again
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| And I don’t have to explain myself to them
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| I don’t have to run them through the thought process of what my blind ambition
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| stems
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| They just want to see me for who I am
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| For who I’m gonna be
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| So I ask myself, howcome I’m still far from it?
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| Howcome water tastes like wine but I feel so far away from it?
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| I let the shivers running down my spine
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| For a second yeah, I feel okay from art I make
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| But it comes with blood and it takes me away
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| You will calm me down, yeah
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| Can you pull me back to the dirt I came out of?
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| It’s watching my heart again
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| It’s watching my heart again
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| It’s watching my heart again
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| It’s watching my heart again
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| It hurts like hell when you know yourself
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| Cause I feel too much, God I really wanna love
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| Cause I’m done with hate
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| I just need some drugs and a house on the hill where the Malibu light is
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| That’s where my time’s spent
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| That’s where every drive I ever drive in my mind is
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| That’s why I’m digging here
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| That’s where all the parties end with empty hands
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| I wanna know that I tried it
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| She said «you gotta realize it
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| And fuck and fight till you die», yeah
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| I remember the time spent in the winds all pushing through
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| It’s watching my heart again
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| It’s watching my heart again
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| It’s watching my heart again
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| It’s watching my heart again |