No Snow in L.A.
Track 3 of Winter in the City Lights
[ Lyrics ]
No snow in L.A., just your coat on my shoulders — fake December feels more real than any winter I know. Palm trees dressed in twinkle, heaters on the roof, plastic flakes falling soft, but they don't stick like truth. I watch the snow globe spin on my windowsill tonight, your shadow in the glow, turning wrong into right. No frost on the glass, no chill in the air, but your hand finds mine, and suddenly it's there. Used to chase the magic in places far away, but here in the city glow, it's starting to stay. No white-out wonder, no blanket of peace— just us, rewriting what December means. No snow in L.A., just your coat on my shoulders — fake December feels more real than any winter I know. Rooftop lights and PCH nights, we made our own show, no snow in L.A., but baby, now it feels like home. Street lamps paint the pavement gold, no flurry in the breeze, you pull me close by the fridge hum, quiet as you please. We laugh at the fake frost on store windows downtown, string up our own lights, let the realness rain down. No mittens or scarves, just your sleeves around me, LA's got no season, but you've set my heart free. I thought holidays needed that cold, crisp bite, but your warmth in the sun-bleached night feels right. No hiding in flurries, no wish on a star— we're building it here, just how we are. It's not the snow that makes it magic, it's the way you stay through the static. Plastic dreams turning solid gold, this city's winter, in your arms, unfolds. No snow in L.A., just your coat on my shoulders — fake December feels more real than any winter I know. Rooftop lights and PCH nights, we made our own show, no snow in L.A., but baby, now it feels like home. No snow... feels like home... No snow in L.A.... but you're all I know.