Tonight imaginations are thrilling like the fourth of julynwe're blowing up from quitters and liesnso much for studio firennow it's growing like explosions that are filling the skynblowing up this city tonightndancing with those devil eyesnyour eyes are like the sunset telling lies on santa monica's sightnhoping for that dream, that lifenworking weekends and this stereo is trying to make a miraclensinging out loudnbut it's only temporarynngod i'm gonna eat you upnand i'm gonna do your drugsnall because i knew i couldni'm coming young hollywoodnn323 what's more?nwe're counting the hours, minutes, seconds nand loving what we're doing heren101's pretty shorenwe're basking in coastlines until i watch sunsets off of it's boulevard.nbut it's only temporarynnThousands of stars aligning the sidenyou walked into these eyes