Fiction: The Streets Of San Francisco
Make a heart and send it out to you
And I sure wanna cut a paper
I wanna scream and shout
So don't cut me out, cause Vixen, baby, you're allright
You are the sweetest girl that I have met
Don't play hard to get
"N"+"L" is true
You know that I love you
It's not over, baby, it's not the ending
Vixen, I think my heart is mending
It's not over, we're just getting higher
In this super painful game called love
Our relationship is changing
You moved away and I am stuck
On you and in my empty room
But a
Angel
Angel
Like an angel, fly over your house
Like an angel, pass out wishes
Like an angel, I remove the arrow
Like an angel, I live alone
I'm not livin' what was promised
I am close but can't enjoy
Oh, I'm not dyin'
Oh, I'm so tortured, 'cause I see all
Tortured, and all I cannot do
Tortured, all I should have done
Tortured, while I occupied a man
I'm not livin' what was promised
I am far from glorified
Oh, I'm not dyin'
Oh, I'm not alone
Mine is not a celestial state with idle hymns of praise
Time is short, I have an appointment at noon, at noon in Hell
Across the waste of space and fields of air I glide, alone at night
Oh please, please think of me, 'cause I'm, I'm by your side
I'm by your side, I'm by your side, oh...
I'm...I'm right in front of you...I'm by your side...