San Francisco Serenade

We run like it kills us to stay If judge, I'd be nothing 'till the day that I stopped you He's tried as these things might seem to anyone else I wrote them down to document My wealth is you My wealth is you Excessive city we can't afford to stay But home to the same somehow safe now we can afford to leave Transformation and tragedy needs conclusion Our world marches to drums of death You're my rest Stories will sleep Say goodnight to them And know it's ending Slow my mind Silence the truth Take my broken hands Watch the world remain The stories read of hospitals and alcohol And empty households The bars were steamed in honesty While your retreat Resisted me The buildings fail on everything and everyone Fed incoherent Our time is now We'll be there You're my death I'm your disease Together we will bleed devotedly conceive La la la la La la la la Take my broken hands Watch it all ending We watch it all ending