The Dotted Line... - Strata

Your knees are bruised up

You don’t even know what you’re worshipping

Outside the sun rises in the silence of another suicide scene

There’s nothing sacred here, no, nothing’s left clean

Say it!

Say it!

I know what you’re thinking now

You’re blowing your smoke in my face

You just need a little taste of it

Say it!

Say it!

It’s all in the script in L.A. -

I don’t even know your name, but you want everything…

Somebody’s kissing me like it means everything

And somewhere someone’s shaking my hand in the back seat of a limousine

Now who can I trust?

These new friends are so dangerous

Say it!

Say it!

I know what you’re thinking now

You’re blowing your smoke in my face

You just need a little taste of it

Say it!

Say it!

It’s all in the script in L.A. -

I don’t even know your name, but you want everything —

They don’t love you, never give your heart away

They don’t love you;

they’ll just take your heart away…

Name your price, sign it away on the dotted line and I’ll make you famous