red.dahlia:
I want to fly away but I'm stuck on the ground.
red.dahlia:
you're one in a million, babe.
red.dahlia:
"playing my music in the sun."
red.dahlia:
stars.
red.dahlia:
i wanna glide down over Mulholland
red.dahlia:
i know you're coming in the night like a thief.
red.dahlia:
you should have seen it in color.
red.dahlia:
and the world spins madly on.
red.dahlia:
view from Griffith Observ
red.dahlia:
and I have no doubt, one day the sun will come out.
red.dahlia:
'scuse me while i kiss the sky.