Rodeo Drive

Lyrics - K. Richey, D. Catching

Burn down the house of love

It's the only thing I'm thinking of

And I'm burning in my bed

With visions in my head

Baby won't you come back home

Or call me on the telephone


We could rock it in blue light

Making things alright

And I'll give you what you want

Because a ghost will always haunt


Won't you lay your hands on me

Now tell me what you see

Baby won't you come back home

Call me on the telephone

In the heart of the sun

Is where you have most fun

And the fire burns your fears

And the view goes on for years and years