The New You:the Old Us

This fire's getting brighter, I can see portraits The interior walls Are letting go And nobody knows Speaking of atrocities and the collapse You were in there I remember The moon and the wine They're what keep me alive The moon and the wine Are what

This was the city of angels Or so it seemed Hollywood sold out to kings And raised a generation (a generation) On malnourished magazines She fights her mirrors with two left hands, Hotels and heroin While making love to his best friend Don't sit tigh