west coast love song

 

these haunted streets we knew

empty, wet and bare

the dreaming houses few

but you're not anywhere

​

where are you

where are you now 

​

when the west coast night falls

when the silent streets call

will you think of me at all

will you think of jericho

​

when the light dies on the bay

as the seagulls cry 

above the waves

and the last of the 

big ships has sailed

and the heron

has flown away

​

as your angels wings sag

as they wither and 

start to drag

when your feathers are falling

to the ground

and there's no one left around