Santa Monica.
Isaac Ho
There’s no time to waste,
There’s no time to be great.
So I’ll put on my clothes,
And I’ll get on the road.
There’s no time to waste anymore,
There’s no time to be beside my door.
This time we will always see the end,
Oh, look! baby, it’s the sea.
Ba-by, baby maybe we’re dreamers,
Maybe its over, it’s alright
I don’t wanna see it.
Santa Monica, you’re sitting in the dark,
With the hum of colors hidden inside.
Said I know, I know, I know, that I need to live with the truth,
That I always wanted Malibu, and you,
But it’ll never be for me.
No, I guess I’ll never be lonely anymore,
But I guess I’ll never be lonely anymore,
Santa Monica Sadness through it all.