Testi musica canzoni

Lead Vocal by Greg

Here on the outskirts of life

Dreams seldom come true

Flippin' thru photographs emotional holographs

Cutouts of all the figures you might've been

Reflections of a life that you once lived

As the evening descends

Your conscious of every breath

And every moment is a crisis, I guess

Starin' out the windows of your hotel room

You lit one too many fires underneath that spoon

Well I guess you deserve the chosen few

Real life, just out of view

Well that's just here,

On the outskirts

Yea, that's here,

On the outskirts of your life

And there's a picture we've all seen

It was taken in the lobby of the L.A. Ambassador
Hotel

It's the silhouette of a man in another's arms

So turn off your TVs, and let that train go home

'Cause everyone warned you that California

Wasn't goin' to be the end

California wasn't gonna be the end.

And tell me where can you hide when

the whole world is ugly and strange

Yea tell me where you gonna turn when

this whole world knows your name

And these four walls are screamin'

And all your friends were so deceiving

Yea you forgot the lines of a part you rehearsed
so well

Lyin' awake in the Brazilian Court Hotel

But that's just here,

On the outskirts

Yea, that's here

On the outskirts,

Of your life...