Somber southern the streets are cold eyes, watching ahead of them
With no good reason and not break down she sighs, and stares at the overpass
Full of other reasons she's leaving town she swears
That it will be better then
If only she could see it'll follow her always, and then it's suddenly overpass

Love your troubled ways, we can make them all mine!
Santa Ana's blow our stories 'cross the sky line
Of a city that the angels found it fit to name
Against the black shine, a million little white lights!
Afraid to merge, so we hide behind late night's
Still the voices cry: Lover, it will be alright!

Phil-lion city of privilege make believe until it becomes true
Following in traces of someone else's lies
But it doesn't become you
She said: It's nothing filming yet, and her body it seems to agree
As I vow to the stars on the sidewalk, though I don't know what you hope to see

Love your troubled ways, we can make them all mine!
Santa Ana's blow our stories 'cross the sky line
Of a city that the angels found it fit to name
Against the black shine, a million little white lights!
Afraid to merge, so we hide behind late night's
Still the voices cry: Lover, it will be alright!

She misses the seasons, and stay at home nights
Now you should have seen her bathed in sunset red lights
Please tell her: I love her
But the city won't change
It's cold and unflinching
Ever loving and strange

Love your troubled ways, we can make them all mine!
Santa Ana's blow our stories 'cross the sky line
Of a city that the angels found it fit to name
Against the black shine, a million little white lights!
Afraid to merge, so we hide behind late night's
Still the voices cry: Lover, it will be alright!

Love your troubled ways, we can make them all mine!
Santa Ana's blow our stories 'cross the sky line
Of a city that the angels found it fit to name
Against the black shine, a million little white lights!
Afraid to merge, so we hide behind late night's
Still the voices cry: Lover, it will be alright!