this town is a deceptively cold place with the alemany gap darkening out your face the tempered glass of the oakland hills flashes the sun back in flames from the window sills i could stay i could stay i could stay i could stay here with you under the neon blue sky pink clouds humming by because i don t have anywhere else to be there s no particular place for me i could ve ended up anywhere i could ve followed anyone but we re standing here on this faded fishing pier with nightfall threatening all afternoon but i could stay i could stay i could stay here with you under the cyan sky anna s birds humming by because i don t have anywhere else to be there s no particular place for me