Slim shapes with wilted flower pots
On fire escapes full of cigarettes
Are huddled in the lit fog
Solving mysteries of the love plots
The ashes of the philosophes
The marquee dropped a letter off
And underneath the queue shuffles toward a fantasy
Wipe your eyes
There's no need to turn back
To the circadian rack
Just enchant me
No one loves like that in reality
Besides me
I'll turn steel inside
The foghorn sings its harmony
And it glues the city
San Francisco tell my story
Ruins still stand by the edge of the sea
Mayhem and harmony
There's a trophy epidemic
It's a passion-starved world
The beginning and the end is all they see
There's a bonfire and a roar
And it's a house of sticks
The cans and the trash and the ashes
Beached whales, drifters, seacraft
Dogs with no collars
Sand dollars
Sand blows on the highway
And kids all taking chances
Moms taught them to dance
And dads swinging bats
At check-out time of day
If you ignore the morning and the bills
Does romance have a chance
Romantic notions yeah they taught you that
Go down swinging
The foghorn sings its harmony
And it glues the city
San Francisco tell my story
Ruins still stand by the edge of the sea
Mayhem and harmony
On a rare day of blinding light no horns will sound
Sidewalks come alive
No more sleeves
Wait for evening scopes lineup on Saturn
Smell the breeze
Slim shapes on fire escapes
And red shift bending light
Believe it all tonight
The foghorn sings its harmony
And it glues the city
San Francisco tell my story
Ruins still stand by the edge of the sea
Mayhem and harmony