| [ti:Seven English Girls] | |
| [ar:Ron Pope] | |
| [al:Daylight] | |
| [00:12.37] | I drove eleven hundred miles |
| [00:15.63] | To find a photograph I lost |
| [00:18.98] | It's just a polaroid |
| [00:21.10] | I used to keep of a girl |
| [00:23.69] | That I once loved |
| [00:26.05] | And sleeping leads to nightmares |
| [00:28.66] | Cause I never can forget |
| [00:31.81] | So now I'm dreaming of Los Angeles |
| [00:34.94] | |
| [00:35.54] | As the winter closes in |
| [00:37.22] | |
| [00:38.10] | I said I'm dreaming of Los Angeles |
| [00:41.28] | |
| [00:41.83] | As the winter closes in |
| [00:45.40] | |
| [00:57.80] | And we met seven English girls |
| [01:00.50] | Who asked if we'd like to see God |
| [01:03.74] | I'm not one for missed adventures |
| [01:07.16] | So I answered with a smile |
| [01:10.54] | We spent the night on razor's edge |
| [01:13.96] | All innocence and sin |
| [01:16.62] | Now I'm strung out on the Bowery |
| [01:20.24] | As the winter closes in |
| [01:22.93] | I said I'm strung out on the Bowery |
| [01:26.63] | As the winter closes in |
| [01:29.41] | And I won't cry if you can't love me like the way |
| [01:33.74] | It used to feel |
| [01:35.81] | We had our summer on Long Island now there's wounds |
| [01:40.45] | That never heal |
| [01:42.13] | And I won't cry if you can't love me like the way |
| [01:46.52] | It used to feel |
| [01:48.64] | We had our summer on Long Island now there's wounds |
| [01:54.33] | |
| [01:54.98] | That never heal |
| [01:56.84] | |
| [02:23.53] | I'd paint a picture of my mother |
| [02:27.39] | But I can't recall her face |
| [02:30.10] | She's even far away at midnight |
| [02:33.84] | And her laughter haunts my dreams |
| [02:36.54] | I ain't never been this broken |
| [02:39.79] | I've got nothing left to give |
| [02:42.85] | Now I'm searching for salvation |
| [02:46.55] | As the winter closes in |
| [02:49.47] | I said I'm searching for salvation |
| [02:53.01] | As the winter closes in |
| [02:55.90] | Man I'm searching for salvation |
| [02:59.08] | As the winter closes in |
| [03:02.33] | And I won't cry if you can't love me like the way |
| [03:06.75] | It used to feel |
| [03:08.58] | We had our summer on Long Island now there's wounds |
| [03:13.21] | That never heal |
| [03:14.95] | And I won't cry if you can't love me like the way |
| [03:19.34] | It used to feel |
| [03:21.37] | We had our summer on Long Island now there's wounds |
| [03:25.95] | That never heal |
| [03:27.82] | Oh |
| [03:31.05] | Oh |
| [03:34.13] | Oh |
| [03:37.38] | Oh |
| [03:40.60] | Oh |
| [03:43.74] | Oh |
| [03:46.92] | Oh |
| [03:52.24] | |
| [03:56.59] | Oh |