I was always blue behind the red-blood stain on my lipsYou were always green with envySaw right through the tendernessWe were like a California sunsetFated to die any minuteGettin’ rid of you might be the best thing I ever did Dudaklarımdaki kırmızı kan lekesinin arkasındaHep maviydimSen hep kıskançlıkla yeşildinHassasiyetin içinden gördürdünBiz Kaliforniya gün batımı gibiydikHer