Tonight imaginations are thrilling like the fourth of july
we're blowing up from quitters and lies
so much for studio fire
ow it's growing like explosions that are filling the sky
blowing up this city tonight
dancing with those devil eyes
your eyes are like the sunset telling lies on santa monica's sight
hoping for that dream, that life
working weekends and this stereo is trying to make a miracle
singing out loud
but it's only temporary
god i'm gonna eat you up
and i'm gonna do your drugs
all because i knew i could
i'm coming young hollywood
323 what's more?
we're counting the hours, minutes, seconds
and loving what we're doing here
101's pretty shore
we're basking in coastlines until i watch sunsets off of it's boulevard.
but it's only temporary
Thousands of stars aligning the side
you walked into these eyes