Lust for Los Angeles
The Indian summer burns down
Waiting the stars cut the dusk
She runs for the ocean
and won't dare turn around. Summer lies
Burn my eyes
Summer lies
I want to stare a little more. The rush for monsters like us
creep past the houses in shadow
Oh, but I can't trust
She's done this before
Acts like she's lost
While she's walking backward The tide rolls in
The moon sails out
How will it end?
A kiss on the mouth?
