Beauty Opens Doors

We drew angels on a map of Hollywood Ten paces to the east we dug as deep as we could You found a ruby, I found blood Embracing by the light of a dollar store Four aces cleaning up from the night before You asked, "Why is it that beauty can't be forced?" Soft music on KBOO The stars faded like bruises in the morning glow You showed me proof our love has grown I'll race you to the top of that sycamore Sunbathing on a limb with the wrens and crows You asked, "Why is it that beauty opens doors?"