paroles de chanson CA - Sam Key

So you moved out to California
Writing songs on a beach
But you say there's no soul
Like back home in the southern states
Tears are drying on your face
And you've lost track of your days
And you've left this town
Well, it feels bigger now

You want your name in lights
You miss those neon signs
You're dressed to the nines
But you're not New York Times
You miss the boots on your feet
The gravel on the street
All your small town dreams
Well C.A.'s just making you bleed
Yeah C.A.'s just making you bleed
Yeah C.A.'s just making you bleed
Bleed, bleed, bleed

You said you love the coast
But you miss his ghost
You've never felt this close
To being on your own
Skylights don't seem far
No more shooting stars
It all fell apart
But this ain't where it starts

You want your name in lights
You miss those neon signs
You're dressed to the nines
But you're not New York Times
You miss the boots on your feet
The gravel on the street
All your small town dreams
Well C.A.'s just making you bleed
Yeah C.A.'s just making you bleed

Said you left your home
Now it's carved in stone
You don't know the faces
That are on the road
You've been losing sleep
No, it don't come cheap
All the people you meet
They all have sharp teeth

You want your name in lights
You miss those neon signs
You're dressed to the nines
But you're not New York Times
You miss the boots on your feet
The gravel on the street
All your small town dreams
Well C.A.'s just making you bleed
Yeah C.A.'s just making you bleed

Bleed, bleed, bleed