Well I've been sitting here so long thinking what I'd say to you n It seems like silence is what I was after n The skies in West L.A., they turn from amber into gold n That's just the nighttime putting on the pressure n And I sailed a beaten ship without a camera through the fog n Held the hand of darkness in the mire n Kissed it's perfect lips only pretending it was you n Still wounded from your guns n Pretending it was only friendly fire n n These clothes have gone from second hand to something I can wear n Or maybe use and try to douse the blood n And everything I thought that I could ever say to you n Got all fucked up and well, just misunderstood n And I sailed a beaten ship without a sail through the fog n And held the hand of darkness in the mire n Kissed it's perfect lips only pretending it was you n Still wounded from your guns n Pretending it was only friendly fire n Friendly fire n n n So I've been sitting here so long thinking what I'd say to you n It seems like silence is what I was after n Skies in West L.A., they turn from amber into gold n That's just the daytime putting on the pressure n And I sailed a beaten ship without a camera through the fog n Held the hand of darkness in the mire n Kissed it's perfect lips only pretending it was you n Still wounded from your guns n Pretending it was only friendly fire n Friendly fire n