The Hours - Exitmusic

Give me back the hours

They’re mine to waste

The city and it’s sorrows hold my gaze

Crimsoned are the hours

Bled to death by idle hands of time

Look up the sky’s awake, the sun is shining

The gloom and the haze have both burned away by morning

Oh, L.A., what’s written in sand

Your cities and plans, the ocean will erase

Images from silence slow to wake

Prepare yourself to leave this soft, soft state

It’s a chase of lightning

Brightened skyline, endless days I’ve longed

Home, home, home

Look up the sky’s awake, the sun is shining

The gloom and the haze have both burned away by morning

Oh, L.A., what’s written in sand

Your cities and plans, the ocean will erase