west coast

i fall asleep on my back, half-consciously intact
but i'll sing all things must pass when i'm able
when i'm able

and i stumble in my fright and it's cancer on my mind
but if i'm peaceful when i die, get my good side
get my good side

R.C.E and I go out.
"Is this The Planets?" he shouts.
we are pure and we are loud on the west coast
on the west coast

we are howling through our sides
a brief history of time.
and bombastic weekend nights with my best friends

when i'm with my best friends.