Moke Hill

Innocence lost, wouldn't you agree? Telephone calls, floating in the breeze. Quietly long; city by the sea. Deafening thoughts telling me to breathe. I'm going back to California, (And) leaving everything behind. No more time for hesitation, No more

A hollow silence fills the room The shadow darker, as it looms The sun is rising while the city's coming to An empty promise made for two, A sinking feeling to subdue The final flicker as the light burns out too soon The smoke that's rising through t

This won't be the last time, can't stop, Next in line for the wage of sin. No one knows when it's going to begin, Passing time in his father's skin. He came undone. They'll say, some day - He's his father's son. Seven pictures on the wall, Hidden voi