Sugar on The Rim Video (MV)

No traffic in L.A. is really better anyway The buildings shine when it's cold
So pick a different fantasy I'll find you where you'll never be
And darling, let's leave it untold
But rules mean you've found the one And rainy streets are heaven above

Salted margarita sweats Another go will get them yet
Yes, I could use a picture frame I'd be the ghost you'd never change
They'd all call us by our name Don't worry, I'll take all the blame
Sugar on the rim, white walls These rainy nights, late calls

Sugar on the rim, white walls These rainy nights, late calls
Perfect things warming in your hand Forget December, they don't need a plan
La-di-da-di-da, everybody Sit around the table, long enough they'll die
Wanna trust, wanna love, wanna say I need you Every morning, every night, I need you

All the time, anytime, all the time Every morning and night, every morning and night
No traffic in L.A. is really better anyway The buildings shine when it's cold
So pick a different fantasy I'll find you where you'll never be
And darling, let's leave it untold

But rules mean you've found the one And rainy streets are heaven above
Salted margarita sweat Another go will get them yet
Yes, I could use a picture frame I'd be the ghost you'd never change
They'd all call us by our name Don't worry, I'll take all the blame

Sugar on the rim, white walls These rainy nights, late calls
Sugar on the rim, white walls These rainy nights, late calls
Perfect things warming in your hand Forget December, they don't need a plan
La-di-da-di-da, everybody Sit around the table, long enough they'll wanna trust

Wanna love, wanna say I need you Every morning, every night, I need you
All the time, anytime, all the time Every morning and night, every morning and night
Born in a big world Uptown New York
With smokestacks for my playground And pinstripes with my schoolboy's clothes

Then I headed west as the leaves turned brown With a whiskey bottle, a straight edge razor
And the red line down, didn't get much sleep Too tired to eat, then I caught your eye
In the summer, so frying heat You got a fast car, it's a shiny red thing
You got all that you wanted and most everything But I am not gone from L.A

I am not gone from L.A
Clutter in the streets Fields full of peace
A little silver spoon Some junkyard ruins
We stayed for weeks Scrambling on our knees

And then a one-night score had us all On a mission across the American South
The big dogs stepping low In their leather-driven cars
Down on Harley Road Full throttle in the fog
And they hung us high With a slow wave and means, oh baby

I am not gone from L.A
I am not gone from L.A
I am not gone from L.A
Wake up in a dark world And I've been gone too long