Текст: Iron & Wine. California.

The postman passed me twice now, I have waited an hour

Blue sky churning black now, needled rain with the power

Of magnified abandon, soaking through to my moving

And vivid truth I?m doubting all the while that it's proven



Have you thought you might should be in California

Your tactile look of honesty, I know they?d love you, oh-oh-oh



A hundred thousand choices, words are stronger inside me

And wrote on angry voices spoken even and calmly

Do you pretend I'm docile, played it hard for to badger

Or disregard me futile, even for to remember



Have you thought you might should be in California

An actress of your quality, I know they'd love you, oh-oh-oh