I Lay to Rest (California) - Emily Jane White

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 air