Texty:
Peter Bradley Adams Leavetaking

When the rain set in we had nowhere left to go so we just stayed in bed while the thunder rolled there's a comfort in the rain, one that lovers only know

Oh Los Angeles we leave you now At the setting of your skies As we leave the comfort of your ground With your angels we will fly Well you carried us

She whispers to me She whispers her secrets to me And I feel her breath as it brushes my cheek And her voice is the only sound I hear And if I don't

You can break her down With your highs and lows But she's familiar with the sound The sound you make, every time you go Always Always she waits for you