Like hidden gemstones in the warm sandWe all wish to drift awaySilver sunshine in my cold handsThe moon’s a mirror on my dayWillow trees under the gold skyAnd California shows her ageA picture in my pocket from a long lost loverTo keep with me on my way Sıcak kumdaki saklı mücevher gibiHepimiz uzaklara sürüklenmek isterizSoğuk