Lyrics

Walkin down Venice on a Sunday afternoon
Tell me your dreams tell me your plans
Your big disguise, your lullabies
Your cryin’ eyes, your cryin’ eyes

Can’t stop the things you started
Can’t heal the broken hearted
There’s a better way, a better way to fly

Drivin’ through the hills overlookin’ Hollywood
I think about the things you said
You can’t recognize your paradise
You realize, you realize

Can’t stop the things you started
Can’t heal the broken hearted
There’s a better way, a better way to fly

Can’t stop the things you started
Can’t heal the broken hearted
There’s a better way, a better way to fly

Meet me at Gladstones, where Sunset ends
We’ll talk about what’s on your mind
Your biggest fear from all your years
It disappears, it disappears

Can’t stop the things you started
Can’t heal the broken hearted
There’s a better way, a better way to fly
Can’t stop the things you started
Can’t heal the broken hearted
There’s a better way, a better way to fly