Lyrics

Lovers kissing in the park
As fireworks are blowing up the dark
Well, you know that it?s the fourth of July
When you threw me out
I moaned and I cried

It hurts to know that I?m a shimmer of your past
We walked together past a garden of glass
The stripes you wore are now my beautiful broken past
You were the ocean I was Venice?s broken glass

I live in a town called Los Angeles
Where the air smells just like broken dreams
I drowned away in the ocean
As I looked back to her as a queen

It hurts to know you?ll never hold me like the past
We walked together past a garden of glass
The stripes you wore are now my beautiful broken past
You were the ocean I was Venice?s broken glass