Drunk In LA

Can't help seeking corners Of dark and deadend roads Where the drinks keep pouring down And the candles keep me warm Isolation tender Something fragile coming soon Skinny angels making eyes at cameras Perched in every room I had a good run playing horses in my mind Left my heart out somewhere running Wanting strangers to be mine Memory's a sacred meat That's drying all the time On a hillside I remember I am loving losing life Strawberries in springtime Pretty happy accidents My awareness that I'm lucky Rolling clouds over cement Maybe there's a screenplay Or a bathroom I can hide Down the hallways of a high school And the dances left behind I had a good run playing horses in my mind Left my heart out somewhere running Wanting strangers to be mine I would climb the Eiffel Tower Write letters on the sky How many turns it took to reach you I had a good run playing horses in my mind On a hillside I remember I am loving losing life --- Drunk in LA - Beach House