Where's LA? Whatever happened to the city we knew? Tell my mother, my brothers My father, and others In an old apartment Down in the garden I was born on a sunny day When the riots ruled the streets like a Sunday parade
Things that you say, I can't erase Repeating days, It's all the same But even when we fight, I can't stop from loving you You know we can't be friends. Can I taste your lips again? Climb the stairs to your apartment Just to see you holding him