Sunset Strip

This is the story of a post-modern muse

Internationally minded and nothing to lose

She was young, hanging out, nobody waiting at home

Her name was passion, she was the enemy of love



Another fading beauty on the sunset strip



When our muse abused of a few substances

Her reputation was cut into pieces

Watching the sky where the true stars belong to

She knew if the sun goes down it goes up too



Another fading beauty on the sunset strip



From a thousand trips into wonderland

She kept on throwing bottles and SOS

But when she passed out we watched her sleep

Another fading beauty on the sunset strip



Another fading beauty on the sunset strip