Paroles de The Bay

The rain pours down on the southern town, though it's hotter than LA The gas lit flames dance through the night, lighting my way home With rusted roof tops, stones below The smell of harbor in my brain The smell of harbor in my brain The smell of harbor in my brain Sitting in the bay I miss LA The girl that would decay The roofs are lit with college kids Drink their sorrows down Build with bricks and made with hate, the memories inside The ghost that follow me back home She's 6 feet underground She's 6 feet underground She's 6 feet underground Sitting in the bay I miss LA The girl that would decay