Kayla

Living here's no paradise, never makes the news, why try being nice, might as well be space, useless stars, sea and moon, ladle food to our plate, we need a better life, no matter what we do, many fall away from spite, our song still resonates, a feeling beyond the Blues, when looking over the gate, this town is our life, always something here for you, even naked sodium lights, what we want to create, is sing within our blood, in order to relate, home is on easy nights, when we search for truth, forgive everyone before we die, searching for our youth.