Nights in the hilltops
We were looking for a friend's supply for stranger times
Spots on the asphalt
run together in a shiny mess of city sweat
We're all living out in California
Trying to find our spot in the shade
We're gonna make it here in California
but we're running out of youth to waste
The night is running dry and we're coming back for more
Somebody check the time before we all melt away
Tomorrow's just a dream: we've forgotten it before
but in the morning light we remember that the world is grey
Swimming through the ride back
We were flying through coastal plains in empty lanes
While waterfront smokestacks
Painted pillars on a morning sky with charcoal sighs
We're all living out in California
Where everyone can put their feet in the sand
We're gonna make it here in California
Tomorrow everything will turn out like we planned
The night is running dry and we're coming back for more
Somebody check the time before we all melt away
Tomorrow's just a dream: we've forgotten it before
but in the morning light we remember that the world is grey
Could somebody catch some colors for me
Paint my eyes so the world looks lovely