We drew angels on a map of Hollywood
Ten paces to the east, we dug as deep as we could
You found a ruby, I found blood
Embracing by the light of a dollar store
Four aces cleaning up from the night before
You asked, "Why is it that beauty can't be forced?"
Soft music on KBOO
The stars faded like bruises in the morning glow
You showed me proof our love has grown
I'll race you to the top of that sycamore
Sunbathing on a limb with the wrens and crows
You asked, "Why is it that beauty opens doors?"