Speaking of your cannibal books I've been trying to pick apart and digest How I have all the time to kill for your cool, baby Everything's a blur by design Blue skies over you I think it's getting better May be just my point of view But nothing I would change here On Beachwood Drive The only light Left in the night Got me baptized On Beachwood Drive In your shabby chic apartment you say I wish that Hawaii was home Dreams hurt And maybe twenty years from now I still find you waiting in the photo booth Blue skies over you I think it's getting better May be just my point of view But nothing I would change here On Beachwood Drive The only light Left in the night Got me baptized On Beachwood Drive On Beachwood Drive On Beachwood Drive There's nothing I would change here On Beachwood Drive There's nothing I would change here