California Lyrics - Child Bride - Hannah Cohen

California's calling, and it's hard to let her go 

From the hills, you hear them whisper 

Baby, please come home, home. 

Your skin was always golden brown and now your cheeks have turned pale 

Your hands smell like the ocean and now nothing can compare, compare ,oh 

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 breath 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 'cos you were free 

And now you left her out in the cold, cold 

Left her in the cold, cold