LOVE from one song.

[lynzj]

From an empty room on the first floor
As the cars pass
By the liqour store
I deconstruct my thoughts
At this piano
And it's all that I
Can do to stay
With all the things
I didn't say to you
Before you moved across the country
And from the burning building
Where I lay
As I watch the stars
Become the day
The LA girls are lacing up their sneakers
They run the boardwalks
And the beach
This fishbowl life is all they need
It's everything I needed, too

Until I heard the news
I'll send this message through the speakers
They told me that you moved
I'll cross this country on a frequency

I am slipping through
I am slipping through
I am slipping into the airwaves
And this is nothing new
You are slipping through my fingers
And into the airwaves
The static's where you'll find me

From the corner by the studio
The gold-soaked afternoon comes slow
I deconstruct my thoughts and I am walking by
And on Third Street, the freakshow thrives
Santa Monica's alive
But something's not so right inside
Living with the news
I'll send this message through the speakers
They told me that you moved
I'll cross this country on a frequency

I am slipping through
I am slipping through
I am slipping into the airwaves
(The static's where you'll find me)
And this is nothing new
You are slipping through my fingers
And into the airwaves
Into the airwaves

It's gonna be a hard day
(It's gonna be a hard day)
So hang on
Don't panic, don't panic
There simply is no need