Wake up in a paradise that the world had forgotten
Matching the floral patterns on dresses of those mourning friends faith rotten
Beautiful city in the dessert marked by granite and blood
where the young come to live and old come to die
City hills are a mountain, tears in the flood
To climb to the top sweet sunrise is dry
Every smile is a sunburn
Every beauty needs to go out with an idiot
Every memory needs a tear
And I know I'll make it there to find,
The girl thats been waiting
