Tekster: Robert Downey Jr.. The Futurist. Kimberly Glide.

:
Vacation,holiday, starange way to save a family
I sat beside this brothers pride
For the last ride

Nosedive
Hellfire
My lifeline didn't survive
Blind rage set the stage to say
I'll never love again

Kimberly glides
In the arms of cactus angels
Mayan big shots float around
Guess this is her home now
You mistook me for a man who understands
Things of godless,heartless,pitiful nature
Hell, I just settled in for the winter

Four five and seventeen
Still the struggle with the meaning
Its a straight groove
I'm a man now
Turned out ok, perfect somehow

Its love-hate L.A.tely
Wanna glide but in a different way today
Drop to knee,pray deep,hope to meet my

Kimmy decides
She is down for a rare reunion
She jets a path north
Past the pitiful port
Of sandy sunny san Diego

All those years
Out of reach
There's Manhattan Beach now
Ahead on the right now

Salvation
Holy day
My heart skips,jumps beats
I see a face
Sister God gave and took away floating
Off my balcony in Del Ray

Good good God

Kimmy just smiles
Wants to stay forever
I'd have her but we know that's just a word
We wish we'd never heard when we're together
Says she must return
To cactus angels

(Thanks to Rafael for these lyrics)