I’ve been to Hollywood, I’ve seen the dead wood;
I’m on the plane again, you always knew I would.
All the fault-lines here have split this city in two. I though of you today –
I touched the ground and felt the earth move in LA.
Hey Little Bruises, are you bleeding with me?
Such a sweet taste in this insanity. I keep a-coming back,
I keep a-coming back to this ecstasy of Little Buises and me.
Oh come on dear, we’re part of the food chain here, running ragged rings and fueled by fear.
Like a moth that beats and beats against the window pane, I thought of you today – whatever brings you here has brought me all the way.
Hey, Little Bruises, are you bleeding with me?
Such a sweet taste in this insanity. I keep a-comng back,
I keep a-coming back to this ecstasy of Little Bruises ….
They’ll suck you dry in Babylon – you’re black and blue when things go wrong; drop the bomb; it won’t be long ’till Summers gone.
“Is it hot enough for an earthquake, love?” Did it move for you? like everyone does.
This scene may need a lot of takes before we’re out of here;
we haven’t come that favourite song was “Always Crashing in The Same Car”
Hey Little Bruises are you bleeding with me Such a sweet taste in this insanity. I keep a-coming back, I keep a-coming back to this ecstasy of Little Bruises and me.