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 Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin 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 air