INTRO:
The city in smog rises higher and higher.
It’s reeking of coffee and the rubber on tires.
The deaf cell phones, bring no news, and echoing sirens
Are in the salient silence of souls and hearts.

(instrumental)

V1:
The city of arts, rock-n-roll and baseball,
Where Nature’s wrapped in a “California roll.”
Insects and crows are exterminated,
And most of the stuff’s overused, overrated.

She’s a blond business lady. She dresses in style,
A little bit Gothic, with a radiant smile.
She exercises and watches her fats,
And she is allergic to birds and to cats.


CH:
The place of destruction and useless construction
Of vile seduction and overproduction
The sweet comfort zone for chasing success
The bishops, the pawns, and the queens in this chess

V2
At 7 AM in the new coffee shop
She’s spilling a latte on her Apple laptop
To help wipe it off there’s a handsome brunet
At that moment their eyes briefly met…

She sees a pair of wings tattooed on his shoulder
“I was a stupid teenager” – he quietly told her
She nods – “Thanks for your help…” turns around and leaves
Still rubbing the stains of latte off her sleeves

BRIDGE:
He goes back to his home, to his bed full of sins
And sees in his dreams his own pair of wings
But the dreams are forgotten by morning again
Leaving some sadness, he cannot explain


CH:
The place of destruction and useless construction
Of vile seduction and overproduction
The sweet comfort zone for chasing success
The bishops, the pawns, and the queens in this chess

CH:
The place of destruction and useless construction
Of vile seduction and overproduction
The sweet comfort zone for chasing success
The bishops, the pawns, and the queens in this chess



OUTRO:
One night, when they’re back
From the trip, from the gym
Maybe they’ll meet in a mutual dream
Maybe the spell, at last, will be broken
But, as for now, their curse is unspoken