Past The Pines

Drive around past the pines

over the hills into Hollywood

Innocence never died,

I can tell by the look on your face

Woah



I believe in a sanctity

So hard to breathe when your family and friends are fools nobody knows that I'm on to you

Speak to me secretly,

whisper the words in my ear

Woah



I believe in a sanctity

So tongue in cheek

We know a secret we dont have to tell

Everything else is a bad rhythm

View from the lemon trees over the hill someday all this will be ours

Woah



I believe in a sanctity

Look in and clean up the wasteland