I met a girl in Los Angeles,
She had fire in her eyes and smoke upon her lips.

And with a word, she could carry you away upon the wind.

And she said baby, I was only born to rise.
And I can see the water flowing from your eyes.
So lay with me tonight, and I'll pray you bring the rain down over me.

And for a passing moment gone, baby I was free.

More than enchantment, the way you cast your spell.
You are drawing out my fingers, the touch to know you well.
And I survive on dreaming that you and I can stop the world tonight.

It builds me higher than the body of a man.
It tells my hunger, it is weaving around my hands.
Moving me, and purging me more than words can say.

Oh, it is this love that boils my body and washes you away.

I met a girl in Los Angeles,
She had fire in her eyes and smoke upon her lips.

And with a word, she could carry you away upon the wind.