I pack my bag and I'm ready to go
out the door and to L.A.
Always looking for escape,
a different time and place.
So when you're living
for the next day,
everyday's a plane crash.
The purpose burns away.
A crescent moon in green neon,
palm trees on a billboard mile.
Let's make love on the Hollywood sign,
sleep on the lawn and riot with smiles.
Be my brick wall, I'll be your vine.
Stickin' together can kill our time.
Just never ask, is this real life?
Or seventy-year suicide?
The past and now take the shape
of self-fulfilling prophecy.
Always looking for a face
that I could never place.
In D.C., Boston, Tucson too
the longing lingers all night through.
Every step is deja vu.
I've missed my cue, you're overdue.
Only complete when I'm with you.
Only wish that I knew who.
released September 12, 2011
Matt Spire - Keyboards, vocals
Jd Saris - Guitar, vocals