santa ana winds
cold war kids
i got the roof tied tight
seatbelt sticks in the poison heat
take the elevator to the getty's highest place
see the cliffs fall to the sea
girls nursing new babies in alleyways
in between is a basin like the great divide
where the 110 swallow the 105
chutes and ladders leaving no where i begun
you tore me up by the roots and fell silent again
my seeds have blown around but never land
you tore me up by the roots and fell silent again
my seeds have blown around but never land