In The Deep

It's the sense of touch. Any real city, you walk, you know. You brush past people, people bump into you. In LA, nobody touches you... We're always behind this metal and glass. It's the sense of touch. I think we miss that touch so much, that we crash into each other just so we can feel something.

LA
Morning had to come, I'd be walking in the sun
Living in the day
But last night I was about to throw it all away