- The Californian
Falling down again, this feeling that you know so well
a child scraping up his knees...
Who's kissing the cuts and chasing behind you?
Leo says that, 'there's no victims, only volunteers.'
I think that I believe that if there's a crime,
there must be a crime scene.
Sorry that we peaked in my California teething.
Word on the street: the deal had been queered for quite sometime.
Small print too small to read--
'Take the tourniquet off and an artery will breathe'
the East-side summer air, thick with smog and chaparral,
hangs waiting for a breeze.
Autumn, my friend, I hope that you've missed me.
Whoa-ah-oh...that's what they say...
Letras
- Beethoven St.
Brave, But Brittle...
Bruise-Blue
Congratulations
Don't Let It Fade
Homing Device
If We Had It Made
In Beats Like Trains
Indian Summer
Instead, He Falls
Looks Like a Mess
Los Feliz Arms
Our Left Coast Ambitions
Red Herring
Saccharine
The Californian
The Hardest Part
The Salt Mines of Santa Monica
The Try
Too Soon to Laugh
Tracing Paper
Truest You
When Is Pearl Harbor Day?
White Picket Fences
Winter-Owned
Without Meaning
You Did This