The Californian lyrics

Falling down again, this feeling that you know so well a child scraping up his knees... Who's kissing the cuts and chasing behind you? Leo says that, 'there's no victims, only volunteers.' I think that I believe that if there's a crime, there must be a crime scene. Sorry that we peaked in my California teething. Word on the street: the deal had been queered for quite sometime. Small print too small to read-- 'Take the tourniquet off and an artery will breathe' the East-side summer air, thick with smog and chaparral, hangs waiting for a breeze. Autumn, my friend, I hope that you've missed me. Whoa-ah-oh...that's what they say...