Isabel Rose - SUNSET BLVD
Evening car rides through MalibuSinging the greatest hits from Mötley Crüe
Ignore the red lights along the avenue
Like they had no meaning
Favorite show was on
Tickets for two, please
Summer heat blasting like 102 degrees
As high as the tension rising from the back-seat
We would never believe it
Meeting my gaze through the rearview
Lyrical smile slowly lost it's tune
It was a dream come true for a month or two
Now Sunset Boulevard's the talk of our bad news
The glow from the headlights
Brightened the view
But only 6ft ahead
And nothing more to pursue
We should've known what would ensue
Would be the road-mark for all our endings
Drove us off the road and it was cold
Screaming, "What the hell?"
Can we go back to when we trashed
The Beverly Hills Hotel
It was madness fused with manic states of mood
But when the morning arrived
We repeat like déjà vu
Yeah you were
Meeting my gaze through the rearview
Lyrical smile slowly lost it's tune
It was a dream come true for a month or two
Now Sunset Boulevard is the talk of bad news
Cameras flashing, nights were crashing
Into the tunnel we were headed for
Should've listened when I warned you
About the turn we weren't prepared for
Hit the breaks, look at my face
And try to tell me I was wrong
It was madness fused with manic, déjà vu all along
Meeting my gaze through the rearview
Lyrical smile slowly lost it's tune
It was a dream come true for a month or two
Now Sunset Boulevard is the talk of bad news
Meeting my gaze through the rearview
Lyrical smile slowly lost it's tune
It was a dream come true for a month or two
Now Sunset Boulevard is the talk of bad news
Our bad news
Our bad news
Sunset Boulevard's the talk of our bad news
Written by:
Isabel Mills
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