[Lyric] In the hills of Benedict Canyon (Yestolana)

Love has room to grow in the hills of Benedict Canyon
My green typewriter light is on
And two months' time between me and my last man
No double murder plots looming over neighbours' vacant lots
That i look upon at twilight, still light enough for the
Starline bus to be carrying on. I listen to the hippie
Spouting nonsense at the foot of Bella Drive
Hammering on about charity and the sanctity of life
I listen on intently
Thanks for the free ride
And for reminding me that everything comes down to a story
And to laugh when you could cry

But finally I have no reason for tears
Not tonight at 7:27
First time in months i feel closе to heaven
In the hills of Bеnedict Canyon
The background hum of the television
Love has room to grow
No more secrets no more reaons to put off what I already know
No more big projects
No new dev breaking ground on Sunset
No big builds lasting too long up on Mulholland
No joint ventures fracturing
No unchained melodies enchanting the bars in my head