In a good way I see us now
What time allows to think
Deserts spilled out before my words
Never heard by you
There was the plane
There was the rain
We didn't panic
We were static
My hidden palms
My lying calm
Didn't wave you in to the dawn

In tender nights the could-have-beens
Spirred me around seeped in my sleep
Would I be yours if we caught our dreams?
Our dreams may show us tonight.
But we follow through, a hundred moons
Spin me up in a cocoon
When I am new, a different view
Can't forget you

California:
Who will you make me?