Santa Monica

White noise (white noise)
It's what you've learned to speak
It circulates (circulates)
It's in your bloodstream
Cross fade (Cross fade) the truth is killing you
Your drive has lost its luster
You're running low on fumes
I started stashing my phone
In the freezer at night
To fight temptation over and over and oh!...
It kills me when you say you're frightened of
'Bout getting older or
Even becoming a
Specter of what you used to dream
Or all the fears you thought you lost your dream
There's nothing I can do to help
You're just an extra disappearing now
Are you having a late twenty breakdown
And has all your wild ins caught up and worn you out
Are you tracing your own reflections
in bathroom mirrors and dialing my number
You're driving Santa Monica
All the tears are spilling out of ya
There's nothing I can do to help
You're driving Santa Monica
The waves won't cool you down
You're driving Santa Monica
All the tears are spilling out of ya
There's nothing I can do to help
You're driving Santa Monica
All the tears are spilling out of ya
There's nothing I can do to help
You're just an extra disappearing now
White noise (white noise)
The waves won't cool you down

You're driving Santa Monica
Disappearing now
You're driving Santa Monica
The waves won't cool you down
(White noise. White noise. White noise)