It's only California It's only California Oh, I lay to rest
Oh, now, money-maker The hands of the devil's sister Oh, they laid me down
There must be a way out There must be a way out There's a ghost inside of you And I can see it peering through
Oh, I lay, oh, under The oak tree In the dead of winter Oh, I lay to rest
A winged boy fell from the tree And, oh, he landed right next to me The devil's fruit inside of me And how my wings lay so dormantly
Oh, you were a body You were a ghost And now you are nothing The dark, it up and rose And toward the light, it took you And melted your wings 'Cause you were a body And now you are nothing
And I touched Oh, his feathers Cow hide Hands of leather Oh, you are a man
Oh, wax wings, they wouldn't stay And so our love melted away Toward the sun, so right and fair And then I saw you drop in mid airTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
