She saw a ghost in Hollywood
It won't let her sleep
Not that she wants to
She learned to dance in the summer
Now the leaves burn red
She gotta move from the Canyon soon
Gonna end up dead
Her arms aren't made to hold
Her love is her control
Her lips will steal your soul
Her arms aren't made to hold
Anymore
She is the light through the window
Not your choice to make
In the path of an avalanche
She calls fate
She is the light in the city
When the moon looks down
She puts love in a piece of glass
When no one is around
Her arms aren't made to hold
Her love is her control
Her lips will move your soul
Her arms aren't made to hold
Anymore