Well I've been sitting here so long thinking what I'd say to you It seems like silence is what I was after The skies in West L.A., they turn from amber into gold That's just the nighttime putting on the pressure And I sailed a beaten ship without a camera through the fog Held the hand of darkness in the mire Kissed it's perfect lips only pretending it was you Still wounded from your guns Pretending it was only friendly fire
These clothes have gone from second hand to something I can wear Or maybe use and try to douse the blood And everything I thought that I could ever say to you Got all fucked up and well, just misunderstood And I sailed a beaten ship without a sail through the fog And held the hand of darkness in the mire Kissed it's perfect lips only pretending it was you Still wounded from your guns Pretending it was only friendly fire Friendly fire
So I've been sitting here so long thinking what I'd say to you It seems like silence is what I was after Skies in West L.A., they turn from amber into gold That's just the daytime putting on the pressure And I sailed a beaten ship without a camera through the fog Held the hand of darkness in the mire Kissed it's perfect lips only pretending it was you Still wounded from your guns Pretending it was only friendly fire Friendly fire