The Californian lyrics

Song information

Artist: Sunday's Best
Album: The Californian

Lyrics

Falling down again, this feeling that you know so well
A child scraping up his knees..
Who's kissing the cuts and chasing behind you?

Leo says that, "there's no victims, only volunteers."
I think that I believe that if there's a crime
There must be a crime scene

Sorry that we peaked in my california teething

Word on the street: the deal had been queered for quite sometime
Small print too small to read--
"Take the tourniquet off and an artery will breathe"
The east-side summer air, thick with smog and chaparral
Hangs waiting for a breeze
Autumn, my friend, I hope that you've missed me

Whoa-ah-oh...that's what they say..

[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]

"The Californian" album track list