Lyrics

Three Flights to L.A. (Tani) ------------------------------ Coffee - with cream She thumbs – a worn magazine Pooled up - Cabin light Shade up - She stares in the night She smells him in her clothes She tastes the ache and feels the bite She's Venus in repose tonight Three flights to LA Magick - her dear He made it - perfectly clear Do what - thou will was his - license to kill Deafened by the hum Magick faded as magick can Deviating from the plan Three flights to LA They could have made it big All light -no heat from Augustine She's fingering the figurine -tonight -in flight The damage on the ground Seems old and scarred -beyond regrets The hissing air and sound of jets -in flight -tonight Angel - cool gray Etches - his exquisite decay on a small screen in- real time Returns to the scene of the crime The coast glitters below Reveals its shape like beads and pearls Embroidered bays Van Gogh light swirls Three flights to LA