| Song | ...And A Song For Los Angeles |
| Artist | She Wants Revenge |
| Album | This Is Forever |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Sinner(?) southern | |
| The streets are cold eyes | |
| Watching ahead of them | |
| With no good reason to not break down she sighs | |
| And stares at the overpass | |
| Full of all the reasons she's leaving town she swears | |
| That it will be better then | |
| If only she could see it'll follow her always | |
| And then it's suddenly overpass. | |
| Love your troubled ways | |
| We can make them all mine | |
| Santa Ana's blowing stories 'cross the skyline | |
| Of a city that the angels found it fit to name | |
| Against the black shine | |
| A million little white lights | |
| Afraid to merge so we hide behind late nights | |
| And the voices crying "Lover, it'll be alright... " | |
| Feel-young city of privilege, make believe | |
| Until it becomes true | |
| Follow in the traces of someone else's lies | |
| But it doesn't become you | |
| She said, "it's not a full moon yet,” and her body it seems to agree | |
| As I vow to the stars on the sidewalk | |
| Though I don't know what you hope to see | |
| Love your troubled ways | |
| We can make them all mine | |
| Santa Ana's blowing stories 'cross the skyline | |
| Of a city that the angels found it fit to name | |
| Against the black shine | |
| A million little white lights | |
| Afraid to merge so we hide behind late nights | |
| And the voices crying "Lover, it'll be alright... " | |
| She misses the seasons | |
| And stay at home nights | |
| Now you should have seen her | |
| Bathed in sunset red lights | |
| Please tell her I love her | |
| But the city won't change | |
| It's cold and unflinching | |
| Ever lovely and strange | |
| Love your troubled ways | |
| We can make them all mine | |
| Santa Ana's blowing stories 'cross the skyline | |
| Of a city that the angels found it fit to name | |
| Against the black shine | |
| A million little white lights | |
| Afraid to merge so we hide behind late nights | |
| And the voices crying "Lover, it'll be alright... " | |
| Love your troubled ways | |
| We can make them all mine | |
| Santa Ana's blowing stories 'cross the skyline | |
| Of a city that the angels found it fit to name | |
| Against the black shine | |
| A million little white lights | |
| Afraid to merge so we hide behind late nights | |
| And the voices crying "Lover, it'll be alright... " |
| Sinner? southern | |
| The streets are cold eyes | |
| Watching ahead of them | |
| With no good reason to not break down she sighs | |
| And stares at the overpass | |
| Full of all the reasons she' s leaving town she swears | |
| That it will be better then | |
| If only she could see it' ll follow her always | |
| And then it' s suddenly overpass. | |
| Love your troubled ways | |
| We can make them all mine | |
| Santa Ana' s blowing stories ' cross the skyline | |
| Of a city that the angels found it fit to name | |
| Against the black shine | |
| A million little white lights | |
| Afraid to merge so we hide behind late nights | |
| And the voices crying " Lover, it' ll be alright... " | |
| Feelyoung city of privilege, make believe | |
| Until it becomes true | |
| Follow in the traces of someone else' s lies | |
| But it doesn' t become you | |
| She said, " it' s not a full moon yet," and her body it seems to agree | |
| As I vow to the stars on the sidewalk | |
| Though I don' t know what you hope to see | |
| Love your troubled ways | |
| We can make them all mine | |
| Santa Ana' s blowing stories ' cross the skyline | |
| Of a city that the angels found it fit to name | |
| Against the black shine | |
| A million little white lights | |
| Afraid to merge so we hide behind late nights | |
| And the voices crying " Lover, it' ll be alright... " | |
| She misses the seasons | |
| And stay at home nights | |
| Now you should have seen her | |
| Bathed in sunset red lights | |
| Please tell her I love her | |
| But the city won' t change | |
| It' s cold and unflinching | |
| Ever lovely and strange | |
| Love your troubled ways | |
| We can make them all mine | |
| Santa Ana' s blowing stories ' cross the skyline | |
| Of a city that the angels found it fit to name | |
| Against the black shine | |
| A million little white lights | |
| Afraid to merge so we hide behind late nights | |
| And the voices crying " Lover, it' ll be alright... " | |
| Love your troubled ways | |
| We can make them all mine | |
| Santa Ana' s blowing stories ' cross the skyline | |
| Of a city that the angels found it fit to name | |
| Against the black shine | |
| A million little white lights | |
| Afraid to merge so we hide behind late nights | |
| And the voices crying " Lover, it' ll be alright... " |
| Sinner? southern | |
| The streets are cold eyes | |
| Watching ahead of them | |
| With no good reason to not break down she sighs | |
| And stares at the overpass | |
| Full of all the reasons she' s leaving town she swears | |
| That it will be better then | |
| If only she could see it' ll follow her always | |
| And then it' s suddenly overpass. | |
| Love your troubled ways | |
| We can make them all mine | |
| Santa Ana' s blowing stories ' cross the skyline | |
| Of a city that the angels found it fit to name | |
| Against the black shine | |
| A million little white lights | |
| Afraid to merge so we hide behind late nights | |
| And the voices crying " Lover, it' ll be alright... " | |
| Feelyoung city of privilege, make believe | |
| Until it becomes true | |
| Follow in the traces of someone else' s lies | |
| But it doesn' t become you | |
| She said, " it' s not a full moon yet," and her body it seems to agree | |
| As I vow to the stars on the sidewalk | |
| Though I don' t know what you hope to see | |
| Love your troubled ways | |
| We can make them all mine | |
| Santa Ana' s blowing stories ' cross the skyline | |
| Of a city that the angels found it fit to name | |
| Against the black shine | |
| A million little white lights | |
| Afraid to merge so we hide behind late nights | |
| And the voices crying " Lover, it' ll be alright... " | |
| She misses the seasons | |
| And stay at home nights | |
| Now you should have seen her | |
| Bathed in sunset red lights | |
| Please tell her I love her | |
| But the city won' t change | |
| It' s cold and unflinching | |
| Ever lovely and strange | |
| Love your troubled ways | |
| We can make them all mine | |
| Santa Ana' s blowing stories ' cross the skyline | |
| Of a city that the angels found it fit to name | |
| Against the black shine | |
| A million little white lights | |
| Afraid to merge so we hide behind late nights | |
| And the voices crying " Lover, it' ll be alright... " | |
| Love your troubled ways | |
| We can make them all mine | |
| Santa Ana' s blowing stories ' cross the skyline | |
| Of a city that the angels found it fit to name | |
| Against the black shine | |
| A million little white lights | |
| Afraid to merge so we hide behind late nights | |
| And the voices crying " Lover, it' ll be alright... " |