Текст песни California - Hannah Cohen

California′s calling
Oh, it's hard to let her go.
From her hills, you hear a whisper,
"Baby, please come home."
(Home)
Your skin was always golden brown,
And now your cheeks, they have turned pale.
Your hair smelled like the ocean,
And nothing can compare.
(Compare)
California′s calling and she wants you to come home
So, if you think you can go back,
Be sure not to let her know.
Her grip is tighter than you think -
She'll never
Let you go
(Go)
Let you go
(Go)
Oh, California's calling and she wants you to come home.
Yeah, she misses you
′Cause you were free and now you left her,
Out in the
Cold
(Cold)
Left her in the cold
(Cold)