Von Thrasher - Russian Hill Lyrics

Little water little death
It wasn't there and I had to catch my breath

Trying to see in the new light
I couldn't remember what you told me to write

We told the same kind of lies back then
Not the way things were but how they might have been

So Phoebe wasn't wrong I guess
A motion-sick Scott Street resident

I sold the drums I'll sell the car
Still not enough to pay for all the parts

You moved down to LA for the scene
I couldn't find any place I needed to be

I rode my bike to Russian Hill
Up Lombard Street I had too much time to kill

It wasn't bad I wasn't sick
Taken by love I never was that quick

But anyway it all works out
The years went by in sound I can't wring out