From Thirty-six Thousand Feet....

Baby, the world sparkles from up here. The stars don't shine nearly as brightly as the city lights in naive eyes. soon enough the smog and acid rain cloud and burn those bright eyes. but you'll never leave. It will leave you pinning for a fix and for rehablilitation of innocence. So close to everyone else. "Get out of my head" The city of angels has fallen. Just scratch the surface and realize that it has taken every bit of you and yet it is still empty.