Little Red up on the jack
fix the flat on the 101
Ziggy Stardust starts to skip
on the scratches
rainbow beacons in the sun
hitch hike highway
we were not the only ones
so lost
and taken for a ride
social suicide
in the dark alone

chorus:

Back to the place we used to go
Hollywood heroes
dieing on the strip we'd flip the scripts
we'd never know
cyan girls and purple boys
in the hazy spot lights
fade into the Polaroid
the hydroquinone ghosts
our memories etched in skin
of our broken halos... of our broken halos...

taste salt water on our skin
the bitter sweet clue
of where we've been
spyder girls at Huntington
skating in the pools and on the fringe
orange moonlight
writing words on napkins at midnight
playing Madame Wongs busted blood stained songs
on neon overdrive

Back to the place we used to go
Hollywood heroes
dieing on the strip we'd flip the scripts
we'd never know
cyan girls and purple boys
in the hazy spot light
fade into the Polaroid
the hydroquinone ghosts
our memories etched in skin
of our broken halos... of our broken halos...

why? why?

gone gone

of our broken halos....

Little Red up on the jack
fix the flat on the 101
Ziggy Stardust starts to skip
on the scratches
rainbow beacons in the sun
hitch hike highway
we were not the only ones
so lost
and taken for a ride
social suicide
in the dark alone

Back to the place we used to go
Hollywood heroes
dieing on the strip we'd flip the scripts
we'd never know
cyan girls and purple boys
in the hazy spot lights
fade into the Polaroid
the hydroquinone ghosts
our memories etched in skin
of our broken halos...

of our broken halos