Sliding Doors

The scent of night blossoms on the open air All the memories that it conjures there So sweet, And unfair, The best and the worst of all of my time there When I used to lie, When you used to take flight, When the summer sun never died outside When we moved away, Started new lives, And the sliding door always takes you back in time These Streets of rage, With no consequence, In the neon light, So beautiful tonight. These Streets of rage, With so much to say, In the pale moon light, Everything looks so strange tonight. All the palms trees sway back and forth in the breeze, All my thoughts and words seem to flow with ease. So serene, This high, Winding this Cadillac up the canyon tonight. When we used to fight, When you used to lie, When the conversation never died on the vine, When we moved away, Started new lives, And all of these parallel worlds they collide. These Streets of rage, With no consequence, In the neon light, So beautiful tonight. These Streets of rage, With so much to say, In the pale moon light, Everything looks so strange tonight. These Streets of rage, With no consequence, In the neon light, So beautiful tonight. These Streets of rage, With so much to say, In the pale moon light, Everything looks so strange tonight. These Streets of rage, With no consequence, In the neon light, So beautiful tonight. These Streets of rage, With so much to say, In the pale moon light, Everything looks so strange tonight. These Streets of rage, With no consequence, In the neon light, So beautiful tonight. These Streets of rage, With so much to say, In the pale moon light, Everything looks so strange tonight.