Slow hearts, faking It's a way to come down and to release the night from the dawn Shadows are moving over our heads And the light skin colored suit reflects the light in the yard There's gun in my left hand and I'm trying to see what it means Troubles are shaking, yeah troubles went my way. Some day LA will kill me With a gun in my hand, across Hollywood It takes a night skin colored move to release the night from the dawn There's a gun in my left hand and I'm trying to see what it means There's a gun in my left hand Trying to see what it means I can't figure it out I'm trying to figure it out...