To be a genius
A guilt, in love
So good at something wrong
So plainly as God
Now I fall for seven
See them everywhere
Everywhere I go
Nothing's more rigged than happiness
Flowers no one picks

California poppy
California poppy
California poppy
California poppy

Every new shore's bloom
A landscape of desire
It was noon, midnight of day
Celestial eyes, jasmine wrist, too
In the streets you catch a glimpse
Of yourself and run
There's no fire I'd kneel beside
There's nothing I'd rather be now

The grand stand of youth is closed
But your role is declined
Are you having those dreams again?
Gold cups scatter his sighs, yeah
California poppy
California poppy
California poppy
California poppy

California poppy

California poppy

California poppy

California poppy