Francesca Kritikos - ​los Angeles lyrics

venice beach tears, sandy burials and streetvendor vultures. kissing cliffs on pacific coast highway. the mountains are almost european, like me. hollywood stars are buried in the ground and outnumber the ones you can see in the sky. i like this, touching heaven with my own flesh & blood, my own two feet banned from church altars with the threat of eternal flame but now right here, right in the whitehot center of everything. and me, thinking i've seen it all. and me, ready to jump from roofs, from jagged rock, ready to become crystal and grain, sand to fall through fingertips and coagulate with water, dripping thick decorations onto fancy sandcastles. it'll all cake back together, poured concrete, beach waste, eroding stone. you know the stars can only see our feet, covered, misshapen. our beloved celestial cement is left tragically unimpacted by the neon weight of everything, and i wonder why no God has looked me in the eye except in dreams.