Noah Gundersen - CALIFORNIA lyrics

California, golden morning
I can feel it in the silence of the room
On the carpet
Shadows creep in from the window
It's a room without a view
Just the creeping, endless traffic
Stretching off into a wash of hazy blue
On my mattress, killing hours
Trying not to call you, yeah

All the vampires of the valley
Are cracking jokes and blowing
Smoke like cigarettes
While their mothers in the suburbs
Are taking pills with wine
And trying to forget
And rows of houses, empty windows
Lit with silent signs of life from the TV
While the water's disappearing
Down the cracks in the concrete

And if you look
You will see I got blood on my sleeve
And I can be anything that you want me to be
In California, California
I'm tearing at the seams, oh
I'm tearing at the seams, oh

I'm tearing at the seams, oh
I'm tearing at the seams, oh
I'm tearing at the seams, oh
I'm tearing at the seams, oh
I'm tearing at the seams, oh
I'm tearing at the seams, oh
I'm tearing at the seams, oh
I'm tearing at the seams, oh

In California