If this was L.A.

If this was L.A. 
And I was Los Angeles, you wouldn't know what I do.

I wouldn't tell you. 

I would lie and you'd believe me. 

We'd spark up the black petrol, 

Fire up the moon.  

I'd burn, turn to charcoal your body.
Forget we have senses.
Forget you can speak. 

Forget the rain and burn. 

If this was L.A.