I Lay to Rest (California)

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
Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin
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