She says she's never lived away from the coast She says that landlocked is the thought that scares her the most She says the ocean has affected her mind And surely this is something people find Walk along the ocean, Walk towards the bay, Passing by the Armory the night turns into day (night turns into day), Stars politely silent, The moon has nothing relevant to say The smoking may be phoney but the tattoos are all real She hates her body She hates the way it feels No-one is a sinner No-one is a saint The blood that's on her hands and arms is only red paint She says the city is an abbatoir We see the people all around us Not the blood on the floor She tells it like she tells a joke Ha ha... She laughs through the stink of the smoke Walk along the ocean, Walk towards the bay, Passing by the Armory the night turns into day (night turns into day), Stars politely silent, The moon has nothing relevant to say Life is so sweet and life is so sad In the end your loneliness is all you ever had California dreaming is just a waste of time The horror of life is both subjective and sublime Walk along the ocean, Walk towards the bay, Passing by the Armory the night turns into day, The stars politely silent, The moon has nothing relevant to say, To say