We hit the hills and we hit 'em hard. With iron wills and with mastercards. We moved the mountain into our homes. We kept in touch with our mobile phones
L.A. Tonight we stay up late and stumble towards the day It's warm in Silver Lake.
Now when we crush up on the dawn you must confess the things you want 'cause by the brightness of the day you know that they evaporate.
We're pumping quarters toward a place to pause the walking wounded wrap their face in gauze. These kids'll ya just because they can. Their teeth are bleached and their tits are tanned. Tonight we're gonna stay up late and stumble towards the day and try to beat the haze away L.A.
As far as knowing who we are we're like the light cast off a star. A million, million, miles far from the places where you start. There's nothing pure here anymore you see the ashes in the ice. The only purity you'll find past some impossible divide.