Drive around past the pines nover the hills into HollywoodnInnocence never died, nI can tell by the look on your facenWoahnnI believe in a sanctitynSo hard to breathe when your family and friends are fools nobody knows that I'm on to younSpeak to me secretly, nwhisper the words in my earnWoahnnI believe in a sanctitynSo tongue in cheek nWe know a secret we dont have to tellnEverything else is a bad rhythmnView from the lemon trees over the hill someday all this will be oursnWoahnnI believe in a sanctitynLook in and clean up the wasteland