The Killers, Dawes - Christmas in L.A. lyrics
Brandon Flowers, Dave Keuning
[The Killers, Dawes - Christmas in L.A. lyrics]
Woke up to sun streaming in my room
Warm beachfront palm December afternoon
You close your eyes another year blows by
Somewhere in the wind just another life
My parents sent a Christmas
Card and tennis shoes
"We understand you’re staying
And we’re proud of you"
There’s a well-rehearsed disinterest
In the atmosphere
I don’t know if that’s what this town gave me
Or if it led me here
And I played so many parts
I don’t know which one’s really me
Don’t know if I can take
Another Christmas in LA
Another pitcher of Sangria
In an empty beach café
Another Christmas in LA
Hold me tighter Carmelita
I don’t know how long I can stay
Left a girl behind in my old man’s truck
Sometimes I wonder where she ended up
Maybe she got married, had a couple of kids
Who do you think you’re fooling man?
Of course she did
I’m walking in Dan Tana's bar
Try and talk with Harry Dean
I don’t know if I can take
Another Christmas in LA
Another casting call on Thursday
For a job that doesn’t pay
Another Christmas in LA
Another burnout in a tank top
Who seems to bask in his decay
A fat protagonist in flip flops
With an extensive resume
From Echo Park to Catalina
Dreaming of a white Christmas
The one I used to know
Tree tops glisten, children listen
To sleigh bells in the snow
Warm beachfront palm December afternoon
You close your eyes another year blows by
Somewhere in the wind just another life
My parents sent a Christmas
Card and tennis shoes
"We understand you’re staying
And we’re proud of you"
There’s a well-rehearsed disinterest
In the atmosphere
I don’t know if that’s what this town gave me
Or if it led me here
And I played so many parts
I don’t know which one’s really me
Don’t know if I can take
Another Christmas in LA
Another pitcher of Sangria
In an empty beach café
Another Christmas in LA
Hold me tighter Carmelita
I don’t know how long I can stay
Left a girl behind in my old man’s truck
Sometimes I wonder where she ended up
Maybe she got married, had a couple of kids
Who do you think you’re fooling man?
Of course she did
I’m walking in Dan Tana's bar
Try and talk with Harry Dean
I don’t know if I can take
Another Christmas in LA
Another casting call on Thursday
For a job that doesn’t pay
Another Christmas in LA
Another burnout in a tank top
Who seems to bask in his decay
A fat protagonist in flip flops
With an extensive resume
From Echo Park to Catalina
Dreaming of a white Christmas
The one I used to know
Tree tops glisten, children listen
To sleigh bells in the snow