At my gate the shadows shimmer,
Amber leaves dance in the dusk
That west coast wind cuts like liquor,
And love still tastes like rust.

Lovers drift down boulevards,
Mixed amongst dreams and wine,
But I lean against the neon,
Still stuck in another time.

Oh, I never shook those crystal eyes,
They're ghosts in every stare
I ache for arms that held me tight,
back when forever lived there.

As I smoke beneath the streetlight
thinking we burned too young.
The moon won't say a **** thing,
But I'm still chained to us.