Alemany Gap

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