Lyric Bel-Air

A palm tree nodded at me last night
Said hey you look so pale
I don t know if it was the air or the breeze in my hair
I had a feeling I had failed
So down to the beach just out of reach
The moon was being trailed
A girl and a sailor and a hot dog trailer
That s their holy grail
The sand whispered heat and burned the feet
Of gulls landing on the shore
In the motel pool the waitress cools
She doesn t ask for more
She makes a wish she takes a risk
She opens up her door
Through human eyes she s a dolphin in disguise
It s the last night of the war
Somewhere far away there s another day
And someone s getting out of bed
She put on her face in the morning space
She doesn t know she s dead
Her ruby lips can t excite me anymore
And pain sprawls on the chair, it s always there
And he descends the stairs, he doesn t see
The sunburnt landlord glares, for all the people
He can never be