I Lay To Rest (California)

Emily Jane White

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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