Sunday's Best 2집 - The Californian (2004) by Sunday's Best (보컬) on maniadb.com

Everybody's hopes had died when you were crawling on the floor.
No one could keep hope alive when all they saw were wounds and woes.
They remember when it went south, one instance when you're down
dust had settled, you moved out of town.
You surrendered, then you found out...

It's a crap out, a dead man's hand, a blink in a stare;
It's lights out, an unmade plan, some bees in your hair.

Do we get no points for the try?

They will all testify that everything falls around you.

Falling down again, this feeling that you know so well
a child scraping up his knees...
Who's kissing the cuts and chasing behind you?

Leo says that,

Say what you want to.
So what does that prove?
In the end, we will see our truth.
I'll hand it to you,
you sure had me fooled.
You sure you want my truth?

You've heard it all before.

All the things that you have.
All the things that you had:
Was it really so bad?
We did what we had to.
So why do I miss you?

I heard what you said, but I know how you think.
Just know that no one's ever going to take it away????

You were right.
You're still right.

I wish today was not the same tired routine we always do.
Let's trade it all for a shot in the shade.
Ever see The Getaway?
I'll be McQueen, you'll be Ali MacGraw; we'll fight the law.
So what do you say?

We'll drink us silly way too soon,
and start a fight at the bar:
a life of cigarettes and spoons...
Would that be all right?

I don't care about the cash or what they'll take in trade.
I thought I heard you say,

Sell off your fables, stitch on their labels, I don't mind.

Hooray for Hollywood,
The drinks are free and the handshakes mean your good. Hooray????
Parade around the room,
where finger-points mean your singing the same tune.
You've impressed all the suits.

You can re-shoot these scenes,
rewrite the place and time.
Did you forget the things?
They're always on my mind.
Give it time.

Hooray for the brand new you,
just another fool who lines the avenue. Hooray for gratitude....
Now you're nobody's news,
came all this way and no closer to the truth. Hooray for attitude...

I remember my old Beethoven Street:
with the market on the corner always closed.
A place that will never change in time;
when you find it you can tell that it's mine.

Backyard in the sun, runners up at dawn,
motorcars with mufflers charged raced after dark????

I knew I could never really leave:
there's a handprint on the sidewalk I've outgrown.
In a place that I will always call my home...
Never forget it. Never leave it alone

Never let it go now.
You know Beethoven was my own.

We packed up and moved 'cross town,
leaving Los Feliz, Griffith Park,
and the breakfast spots where we used to haunt.
The shine of Hillhurst days:
broken windows of my car,
neighbors setting off their fire alarms,
crisp nights you could feel.
Remember the view from the hill?
Moon dividing up the man-made lake...

Don't forget those days we stayed in to escape the race.
Days we hid from the phone and made out.
Left the world alone.

We were standing in the light,
hoping to catch a glimpse of what we thought was right.

Thursday night at Bigfoot Lodge,
rubbing shoulders with the slobs????
Passed us a Walker on the rocks.
Crisp nights too unreal????

We are standing in the light,
waiting to catch a glimpse of what we know is right.