Текст песни Franky Flowers - The Bay

the rain pours down on the southern town, though it's hotter than LA
the gas lit flames dance through the night, lighting my way home
with rusted roof tops stones below
the smell of harbor in my brain

sitting in the bay
I miss LA
the girl that would decay

the roofs are lit with all the kids
drink their sorrows down
build with bricks and made with hate the memories inside
the ghosts that follow me back home
she's 6 feet underground

sitting in the bay
I miss LA
the girl that would decay