Seven English Girls

I drove eleven hundred miles to find a photograph I lostIt's just a polaroid I used to keep of a girl that I once lovedAnd sleeping leads to nightmares 'cause I never can forgetSo now I'm dreaming of Los Angeles as the winter closes inI said I'm dreaming of Los Angeles as the winter closes inAnd we met seven English girls who asked if we'd like to see GodI'm not one for missed adventures so I answered with a smileWe spent the night on razor's edgeAll innocence and sinNow I'm strung out on the Bowery as the winter closes inI said I'm strung out on the Bowery as the winter closes inAnd I won't cry if you can't love me like the way it used to feelWe had our summer on Long Island now there's wounds that never healAnd I won't cry if you can't love me like the way it used to feelWe had our summer on Long Island now there's wounds that never healI'd paint a picture of my mother but I can't recall her faceShe's even far away at midnight and her laughter haunts my dreamsI ain't never been this brokenI've got nothing left to giveNow I'm searching for salvation as the winter closes inI said I'm searching for salvation as the winter closes inMan I'm searching for salvation as the winter closes inAnd I won't cry if you can't love me like the way it used to feelWe had our summer on Long Island now there's wounds that never healAnd I won't cry if you can't love me like the way it used to feelWe had our summer on Long Island now there's wounds that never heal