Novak

It's October in the City of Angels I'm lost on Ventura Boulevard Air feels like a stubbed cigarette The Freeway breathes through her head Autumn's on its way into Oakland Everyone's bundled on Gilman Street The mist keeps the left lane open Sound of the bridges under my feet She don't know about original sin But every fruit has the same origin Feel like I'm floating on Prozac Spinning in Vertigo with Kim Novak Winter came in with the rhythm of Jazz Vegas in sunshine that's all that it has Streets make it hard to walk outside When the season feels so denied She don't know about original sin But every fruit has the same origin Feel like I'm floating on Prozac Spinning in Vertigo with Kim Novak