Los Angeles - 8mm

It draws the faithful to their knees

I’m begging, darling, darling, please

If you could just send me back home

I’ve watched the cars crash to the sea

I’ve walked the steps of you and me

So darling, darling, darling please

Send me back home

Back home

Send me back home

The cities burned, the ashen trees

I’ve seen the desert for what it is

Cold and hard and barely alive

We’ve drawn the faithful to their knees

Our demise will not be televised

If only we’d fought for our lives

Send me back home

Back home

Send me back home

(you'll know what is missing the minute it’s gone)

We’ve drawn the faithful to their knees

Our demise will not be televised

If only we’d fought for our lives

Send me back home

Back home

Send me back home

Send me back home