San Francisco Serenade

We run like it kills us to stay

If judged, I'd be nothing 'till the day that I stopped you

As trite as these things might seem to anyone else

I wrote them down to document

My worth is you

My worth is you

Excessive city we can't afford to stay

But home to the same somehow safe now we can afford to leave

Transformation and tragedy breeds conclusion

Our world marches to drums of death

You're my rest

Stories will sleep

Say goodnight to them

You know it's ending

Slow my mind

Silence the truth

Take my broken hands

Watch the world renew

The stories read of hospitals and alcohol

And empty households

The bars were steeped in honesty

While your retreat

Was East of me

The buildings fail on everything and everyone

Fed incoherent

Our time is now

We're leaving

You're my death

I'm your disease

Together we will bleed

devotedly concede

La la la la

La la la la

Take my broken hands

Watch it all ending

We watch it all ending