Drive around past the pines   Over the hills into Hollywood   Innocence never died   I can tell by the look on your face   Woah      I believe in a sanctity, so hard to breathe   When your family and friends are fools   Nobody knows that I'm on to you   Speak to me secretly, whisper the words in my ear   Woah      I believe in a sanctity, so tongue in cheek   We know a secret we don't have to tell   Everything else is a bad rhythm   View from the lemon trees over the hill someday all this will be ours   Woah      I believe in a sanctity   Look in and clean up the wasteland