Texty
[Verse 1]
Rest your hand on strangers' faces
We'll be riding boats next season
What was it that you've been told?
Golden suits and jewels and thrones
[Chorus]
Hot sand pulls you deep
The change of the season
The blistering skin
The chance you could win
You're face to face, don't run
Don't run
[Instrumental]
Your hand is full of gristle now
Take more pills and wash them down
Waiting for your time to pass
The centre of an hourglass
[Chorus]
Hot sand pulls you deep
The change of the season
The blistering skin
The chance you could win
You're face to face, don't run
I'm California dreamin'
Written by: Eli Sthapit, Jim McCullough, Lewis Hodgson, Roland Hlavks
