Tekster:
Lisa Germano Op8

(Instrumental)

Crackling water In the crackling light And the crackling clouds Here in the crackling night I want you now If this is not hate I don't know how I ever

Did you see it? For a second anyway it was real And there it was, who can say You didn't do enough to help it, didn't need you If it found you Would

Young woman, share your fire with me My heart is cold, my soul is free I am a stranger in your land A wandering man, call me sand Oh sir, my fire is

The devil loves los angeles He has to live where his angel lives And the angel says: it beats the devil out of me Why, i love to live where there danger