Balboa Bridge - Communist Daughter

If it hits you right

You don’t even know

Half the night

Turning into stone

And I hate to call it home

'Cause it hurts to be alone

All my fight

Covered up with snow

In a town this size

It’s hard to let you go

And I hate to call it home

'Cause it hurts to be alone

I’m going up to the Balboa Bridge

I wanna fly more than I wanna live

I’m going off the Santa Monica Pier

I wanna get so far from here

Somewhere where it’s warm

Last July,

That hung around like smoke

If I close my eyes

It’s all I’ve ever known

And I hate to call it home

'Cause it hurts to be alone

I’m going up to the Balboa Bridge

I wanna fly more than I wanna live

I’m going off the Santa Monica Pier

I wanna get so far from here

Somewhere where it’s warm

Somewhere where it’s warm

I’m going up to the Balboa Bridge

I wanna fly more than I wanna live

I’m going off the Santa Monica Pier

I wanna get so far from here

I’m going up to the Balboa Bridge

I wanna fly more than I wanna live

I’m going off the Santa Monica Pier

I wanna get so far from here

Somewhere where it’s warm