rain drips drops on my head and i can t remember your name again you don t have too much of a face your always walking on the tips of your toes instead of your feet or your heels at all you always look like you re ready to fall back into bed or into my arms you re holding on for dear life la la la la life in san francisco wind blows the hair on my head and i can t remember which bus to take but i want to get back to the place where you can see the sun set on the sea and break with some waves on the side of it all i always feel like i m ready to fall back into bed or into your arms i m holding on for dear life la la la la life in san francisco