All my life’s a fire.
All my days in smoke.
This throat,
It hacks up hate,
And chokes by golden ropes.
This beautiful state,
Continuous change.
It burns and grows.
It holds my home.
CALIFORNIA
RAIN!
All my days in smoke.
This throat,
It hacks up hate,
And chokes by golden ropes.
This beautiful state,
Continuous change.
It burns and grows.
It holds my home.
CALIFORNIA
RAIN!