[Verse 1]
Send her southern, the streets are cold eyes, watching ahead of them
With no good reason to 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 overpast
[Chorus]
Love your troubled ways, we can make them all mine
Santa Anas blow our stories 'cross the skyline
Of a city that the angels found it fit to name
Against thе black shine a million little white lights
Afraid to merge, so we hide behind late nights
And the voices cry, "Lover, it will be alright"
[Verse 2]
Fair young city of privilege, make believe until it becomes true
Following in the traces of someone else's lines, but it doesn't become you
She said, "It's not a full moon yet," and her body, it seems to agree
There's a vow to the stars on the sidewalk, though I don't know what you hope to see
[Chorus]
Love your troubled ways, we can make them all mine
Santa Anas blow our stories 'cross the skyline
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 nights
Still the voices cry, "Lover, it will be alright"
Send her southern, the streets are cold eyes, watching ahead of them
With no good reason to 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 overpast
[Chorus]
Love your troubled ways, we can make them all mine
Santa Anas blow our stories 'cross the skyline
Of a city that the angels found it fit to name
Against thе black shine a million little white lights
Afraid to merge, so we hide behind late nights
And the voices cry, "Lover, it will be alright"
[Verse 2]
Fair young city of privilege, make believe until it becomes true
Following in the traces of someone else's lines, but it doesn't become you
She said, "It's not a full moon yet," and her body, it seems to agree
There's a vow to the stars on the sidewalk, though I don't know what you hope to see
[Chorus]
Love your troubled ways, we can make them all mine
Santa Anas blow our stories 'cross the skyline
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 nights
Still the voices cry, "Lover, it will be alright"
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