The Hours

Give me back the hours
They're mine to waste
The city and it's sorrows holds my gaze
Crimsoned are the hours
Bled to death by idle hands of time

Look up the sky's awake, the sun is shining
The gloom and the haze have both burned away by morning, Oh, L.A
What's written in sand, your cities and plans
The ocean will erase

Images from silence slow to wake
Prepare yourself to leave this soft, soft state
It's a chase of lightning
Brightened skyline, endless days I've longed: Home. Home. Home

Look up the sky's awake, the sun is shining
The gloom and the haze have both burned away by morning, Oh, L.A
What's written in sand
Your cities and plans, the ocean will erase